There was a poll about roomates on my local board so I thought I would share some things about my first roomate......
I got this roomate when I was a junior in college. He was a very short man. But, the second I saw him I thought he was the cutest. I knew him for 9 months before we co-habitated.
He drooled all the time and I had to constantly clean up his crap. I put up with it though. In fact, I kind of liked it.
After a while he started talking back to me. And most of the time I could not even understand what he was saying.
All of a sudden, all of his stuff was all over the place. It was like he owned the place. In every corner of every room were his "toys".
It did not take long before I was in total love with him. I always knew that we would have a life-long friendship.
Over the next few years, he became more and more dependent on me. I had to drive him everywhere, as he does not have a license. I also had to buy everything for him, he did not have a job. I loved him anyway. More and more each day.
We were always together, then things changed. He started hanging out with his buddies...all the time. It seemed like he was never home. I really missed my guy and always thought about the time we shared just the two of us.
When I met my husband, my "roomate" was so great to MH. They hung out all the time and soon became buddies. I loved seeing them hang out together. What could be better than my two favorite guys together.
Soon, my "roomate" figured out that I would marry MH and he welcomed him with open arms. They really are a great match.
So, now I am married and I took my "roomate" with me (of course) to live with MH. Now, my husband is looking to add a new "roomate" to our bunch!
My Roomate, my son. Love ya.