Mr. Right

I* lived with Mr. Right-Now for more than five years and I always felt bad that I thought of him as Mr. Right-Now.  He really was, and still is, great.  So good to me, beautiful, easy to live with.  We had a lot of fun times and great experiences.  I was lucky, really had nothing to complain about and maybe should have been content with that.

But we both knew when we moved in that he wasn't Mr. Right and we were not likely to be together-forever.  It was timing and finances and, like I said before, he was really great and we were good together.

And then this last spring I met The Mr. Right.  Mr. Right is far from perfect.  On paper the side-by-side stats between the two actually baffle some.  They sort of get it when I try to explain, but fundamentally don't see what I see.  I am aware of Mr. Right's issues, but Mr. Right is just so... right for me.

We met last spring and June through September were pretty consumed by this new thing and is part of how Wayward Princess got so neglected.  It still feels pretty new but is definitely feeling more settled and normal now.  We are looking forward to many many years together!

Mr. Right-Now, still in our lives as a rental!

Mr. Right!

Part of what makes Mr. Right Mr. Right!  Smaller square footage overall, less bathrooms but a way more rockin' kitchen!

* The first person "I" and "me" throughout this story is really "me and my Christopher" and "us" but the story doesn't work if I tell it that way!