Random fact about Mr. W and me. We DO NOT live together. We never have, with the exception of us having our own places and crashing a couple days a week. I know that is NOTHING like living together.
About a year ago I moved in with my current roommate. Who is my roommate, you ask? Papa W (my dad). That’s what we call each other to friends and family, and to this day a lot of people don’t know that that’s who I refer to when I refer to my annoying Rroommate in funny stories, LOL. I tell you this because this all happened a couple months before Mr. W proposed. I figured it would help me save money. But I decided not to move in with Mr. W because, let’s face it: I did NOT want to live in his “bachelor pad.” He has more clothes than I do, and there’s not enough counter space in that bathroom for my beauty and hair products.