Exactly like that… except without that Alice

After much discussion, planning, fretting, processing, excitement and outright zeal, my boyfriend and I decided to take the plunge: no marriage. Not yet. Not sure where that stands on my horizon, or even if it is on my horizon. I do know I have a horizon, and that is a start.

No.

The intense deliberations and planning surrounded our decision to co-habitate. Live in sin, if you will.

Realize this has been a long time in what now feels like endless discussion. Realize, also, that we’re both older– I’m 37, he’ll be 40 next week– we’ve been dating for just about two years and we’re both divorcees. Clearly, we’re mature enough to arrive at this reasonable decision.

Oh, yeah– and also realize that I have three kids. That adds some spice to the discussion.

And he has three kids. The spice now becomes heady flavoring.

Thus, utilizing the powers of mathematics, our combined powers means six kids. And two parents. Three girls, three boys, the youngest one in curls. Seriously, a Brady Bunch family… only no Alice. We’ll have to work on that last one there.