Playing House

It occurred to me last night that I haven’t really settled into the whole idea of being married.

Let me explain.

Laying in bed, it didn’t feel like the place we sleep every night, it felt like the husband was staying the night and would be gone back to his own place in the morning. I open up the cupboard to find food, and feel like I’m going through someone else’s kitchen, not our own. I had a moment yesterday while putting towels away where I felt like I needed to ask someone’s permission to rearrange the linen closet.

Try as I might, I just can’t shake the feeling that I’m a little girl playing house.

It’s not an “I’m not ready for this” feeling, but more of a “this couldn’t be my life” one.

Am I alone in this, or is it one of those common-but-noone-mentions-them things? Am I completely crazy?

Or is this just a sign that I need to rearrange my furniture?

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5 Comments to “Playing House”

  1. I lived with my husband for four years before we were married so I never had this experience but I have had several of my girlfriends who had that reaction to getting married. One of them said she constantly woke up forgetting where she was or would suddenly have a panic attack that she hadn’t paid the bills for her non existent separate living space.

    So I guess it is not just you.
    Though rearranging the furniture never hurts.

    • I’m not sure why it is. Especially after a year of marriage. I’ve lived with boyfriends (well, one anyway) and never had this trouble, so who knows!

      But it’s good to know I’m not alone. =)

  2. I get those feelings every now and again, so it’s definitely not just you!

  3. You are not crazy. I feel this way about the baby coming and feel a bit nuts myself.

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