“Love is blind and Marriage is an eye opener.”
Loving someone is such a beautiful feeling but living with someone you love is entirely different. You are one of the rarest species if loving someone and loving all the habits in your lover holds true for you. By gone are those days when ‘till death do us apart’ was the epitome of any marriage. Today, divorce rate is getting higher and higher everyday and the generation X is opting for the Living in relationships as on trial basis for the big thing.
Living-in is not about sex. And it's not about romance either. For those of you who are on the verge of the wedding, and you’re not yet decided on the hyphenated surname versus the whole hog, living-in is a wonderful buffer period to put that dilemma in perspective. Also, now that you have a house to yourselves, you're more likely to discover that the back seat of your car isn't quite the most conducive place for intense, soul searching conversation. Imagine at home, after work, there's just the two of you and you have NOTHING to do. So what to do? Hour 1: Have sex. Hour 2: Talk about what you did during the day. Hour 3: Bitch a little, wonder what to have for dinner, have sex. Hour 4: Flip through TV guide. Hour 5: Order dinner, run out of mundane things to say. Hour 6: You will end up talking "deep couple stuff. But what if, one weekend, well into Hour 7, you've just told him about your crush on your PE teacher in school and he, in reciprocal confessional mode, brings out all his weekend lingerie and makeup.
Wedding don't work in rewind. There are lots of sensible things about living-in with someone. For example, you get a much clearer picture of them. By clear, I mean gastric, intestinal, and the unshakeable effect of morning breath. The first few months you live-in, you will wake up at six in the morning, sneak out of bed, brush like mad, sneak back so when you 'wake' at seven, voila, no fermented plaque, no passed-out boyfriend, the romance is intact. You will also have to admit to using vanishing creams, deodorant and a pair of tweezers. Stubble on the legs between waxing will cease to be the global crisis it used to be. You will have music, movie, and restaurants etc arguments. You will also need to draw up telephone rules, only-full-length-mirror-in-the-house rules and ex pictures being burnt rules.
You learn that sharing a toothbrush can be couple therapy. You can exercise the "don't let the sun go down on your anger" dictum, because it's next to impossible to sleep beside someone you've just fought with. You figure out whether his snoring is just endearing or he needs his septum re-deviated. And you do get to walk around naked and be appreciated for it. Beat that.