Life… it changes, turns, in an all-embracing yet perplexing way.
Here’s the next part to Gus’ life:
Adam wants to move in with me!.
Yes, I know that the last post showed that there were troubles. But in some confusing way, it’s all interrelated. I got an email last night from him, which was very sweet, but also very confusing. I can’t say it made things a lot clearer, but it did at least outline the problems in a way I was able to manage.
I have no doubt as to my commitment to him. I’m apprehensive because of all the horror stories I’ve heard. Circumstances and logistics make it most practical for him to come and stay with me. His family home is taking its toll on him, with the stress and the constant travel (he lives in Picton, goes to uni in Wollongong, and works in Sydney with me). He doesn’t have the money to move into his own place, nor the security behind him should things fall afoul. His troubled medical history means that at least he will be a lot closer to medical services here. All things point to a much better situation if he were to come and live with me.
My lease runs out in February of next year, and I was quite willing, if we were still together by then, to make that assessment then as to whether we should move out and get our own place. I would not mind at all having him live with me… I am remarkably adaptable in many situations, and if I needed my own space I would be able to get it. I don’t know how he would adapt… it would involve accepting that i’m not the tidiest of people, I can spend hours on the computer and not notice, and during exam time I tend to go nocturnal.
Whilst I know our 6 months together equates to about 10 years in the gay world, I just know that I have heard too many horror stories of it all going awry. So I’ve suggested that he come and stay with me for a month, starting soon, and see how it goes.
I want your comments, people
This is not attention-whoring, but asking for comments, advice, etc. That’s why I have you guys on my LiveJournal friends list!
These days, I’m not one to get caught up in rampant emotions, but sometimes I might need a reality check.
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