Turf Wars
Jan
23
When you’re living with someone, be it your boyfriend or your parents or a flatmate/s, you obviously have certain areas that are your things, and your things only. I mean, in a shared household, if you don’t mark a bag of cookies as being yours in the “shared pantry” - for sure someone else is going to eat them right?? It’s common sense that you would label things that are yours, as yours, or else put them in that space that has been designated to you so that you don’t need to label every single fucking thing you buy from the supermarket.
It would go for rooms too, obviously. Your bedroom would be like your personal and private space. However, if you were living with your boyfriend, then you share that bedroom. So no longer is anything in that space safe. It is no longer a space for you to go where you are surrounded by things by you, that you like, and that you find pleasure in. It is open slather, my friend.
This is the current situation with me. I live with my boyfriend, Jason (as I’m sure you guys are well aware) and since we obviously share a bedroom, we each have our own spaces that neither of us really try to intrude upon. And then you also have your shared spaces, naturally, like the living room / kitchen etc… Well, back on topic, my space is our study. It has all my belongings, to which I mean, everything that I entered the relationship with, including my computer and personal filing. Obviously Jason is allowed his filing etc… things in here also but overall, this office is my turf. I will often be found in here skulking around watching Gossip Girl, lurking on Snark or fiddling with this blog.
Jason gets the shed. That is almost the size of this house. He will often be found down there, skulking around fiddling with his ute or his bikes or whatever it is boys do that manages them to get so unreasonably dirty to which he will then tramp said dirt through the house. How aggravating!
Anyway, when we aren’t in either of our two spaces, we usually enjoy time together cooking in the kitchen and snuggling on the couch watching movies. The kitchen and the living room belong to nobody - maybe Allie (the cat) but that’s about it. Neither of us control the remote and a little bit of both of us exist in this room - I have pretty flower canvases and he has pig skulls. It’s a win-win. Or so I thought.
On the weekend, I was watching a movie in the living room enjoying having a stretch out on the couch. Jason was downstairs with his brothers, mucking around. Everything was great. Until they came upstairs to cook the barbecue. They came tumbling into the house being loud and rude and completely ignorant to the fact I was watching a movie. Jason came in, took one look at me watching said movie and said these words:
“I think we need to listen to some music.”
I stared at him, in utter disbelief that he had actually dared to dominate the living room. HE HAD DARED TO! I pursed my lips, not wanting to make a scene, and stood up and stalked off into the study, my space, before slamming the door dramatically and flicking Facebook onto the screen. I was absolutely furious that he had done this. It wasn’t a simple, “Hey, do you mind watching the movie elsewhere?” or “Hey, do you mind if we put some music on after the movie is done?” It was a holy and solely dominating line. And it had done it on open turf. Dude, what the fuck!
What I want to know is, after this huge ass rant, is if this has ever happened to any of you before? Has a public space in your household been rudely snatched from you by another one of equal superiority? And what was the outcome???
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