Ever since I moved back to Colorado from DC to be with Mr. Cookie, we have engaged in premarital cohabitation. And for us Cookies, it has been the best testament to the glue of our relationship yet!
The transition of moving in and possession blending was pretty painless. I had lived a nomadic lifestyle up until that point — all I came with were my clothes and books. Mr. Cookie provided the house, dog, and furniture. We settled into domesticity quickly – divvying up the chores and setting a routine. And just as we were getting comfortable, the little quirks started to emerge.
I would say, but Mr. Cookie will deny it, that it all started with once-used tissues lying around the house. (The similarities between Harry leaving used teabags around the house when he moved in with Charlotte and we Cookies are strikingly eerie!) I found this habit of Mr. Cookie absolutely disgusting, and when pointed out Mr. Cookie didn’t even realize he was doing it. This behavior stopped for a while, but then the once-used tissue began appearing again…
…But before I go any further, Mr. Cookie was dealing with my own little set of peccadillos — particularly me biting my nails and disposing of them on the carpet. (I know completely gross!) When Mr. Cookie pointed it out to me, I was in the midst of nail on carpet toss, I immediately recognized my action and rummaged around our beige carpet to find said nail and properly dispose of it in trash can. Subsequently, I tried to stop, but the habit was instinctual.
The laundry list of our disgustingly gross habits does not end here, but I will spare you bees the details. And for a while the lack of our ability to break our own disgusting habits was crawling under both of our skins, but then the end all be all happened… I won’t disclaim who broke the air with the fart, but nothing is more disgusting and funnier than your partner’s flatulence. After that moment, Mr. Cookie and I made a truce, to be wary of our gross quirks for the sake of our domestic bliss!
They say it’s the little things that you love about your partner, but what disgusting and nasty habit of your partner’s just crawls under your skin?
My FH bites his nails. I’m mostly worried, because that means he’s nervous about something (no surprise though! he’s finishing up his dissertation this month!!). The annoyance, though, is that it leaves his fingertips seriously mangled - to the point where it hurts my skin when his nails brush across from a given angle. I told him if he doesn’t stop (he does -want- to stop), I’m starting him on a manicure regime! Believe me, hang-nails hurt like hell in “sensitive” spots!