“So which car is mine?” I asked one day after Jessica referred to the vehicle I have been making payments on for the past 4 years which she now drives, as hers.
“Don’t you know anything? What’s mine is mine, and what’s yours is mine?” Jessica replied.
I recently discovered that this this saying also applies not only to cars, but to both closet and bathroom space as well. This discovery comes from having gone from being the single occupant of an apartment, to being the cohabitant of what’s now HER apartment.
Now I know the men out there are probably cheering, and saying things like, “You tell them,” or “You go man!” However, I know that us men are just as possessive, and have just as much “stuff,” if not more, than women. I can attest to this as I have been spending my free time this week cleaning and organizing OUR apartment.
Yeah I may be outnumbered in the bathroom, but I think I win in the other rooms. Especially with two bikes, a 10ft kayak, scuba equipment, etcetera. That’s just the short list from what was once my “bachelor pad.” but I think you get the picture. In fact, I would like to emphasize that I referred to the apartment as OURS earlier, and I truly do regard everything as OURS, and not just the apartment.
This phrase has just become one of our many little inside jokes that we share, and laugh at when we are together. Merging our “stuff” together has actually been fun, and is just part of merging our lives together. However, don’t let Jessica fool you, she loves the plasma TV just as much as I do.