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Partner and I are U-Haul lesbians.

We met young, my 18 to her 19, in our first year of university. Since she had a roommate, and I did not (whew!) we pretty much lived in my room. Neither of us were ready to be out yet, we were both in the woohoo frosh stage, and frankly, weren’t confident with our relationship yet. Surely you know when you’re a lesbian right? We didn’t feel like lesbians. We would definitely know.

The time to group off and find roommates/housemates for the next year came, and it just made sense for us to live together. We had 2 other roommates in a 4 bedroom apartment, and that worked ok… By the end of that year we were ready and moved into a place of our own.

Almost 5 years later, we’re still living together, albeit in my parents’ house while she finishes her teaching cert. and until she gets a job – we simply both can’t live on my salary in the city. I’d be amazed if anyone could live on my salary in the city.

We felt the urge to merge – neither of us was particularly afraid of committing to the other. We’re similar in our homebody ways (though her more than I – though she disagrees) and we’re essentially the same clothing size. Mostly, we share jewelry and dress shirts. But while each of us has influenced the other, we are polar opposites. Something that I didn’t notice until someone asked us what we had in common. We couldn’t come up with a single thing. We have many complimentary traits – she loves trying new food, and I love cooking. But nothing in particular that’s in common. I have developed a sense of social responsibility from her (she works primarily with special needs kids). She has become a city girl and developed a sharp wit.

While we’ve picked up on some of each other’s habits, we’ve somehow remained distinct individuals (though people seem to have trouble keeping our names straight). We share some close friends but keep others to ourselves. We’ve forged our own little way to merge. We’re not in any rush to marry, that will come in time. But in any relationship, gay or otherwise, lives merge. It’s what monogamists do.

Jen
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