10pm on a Tuesday
I’m starting to understand what I’d be giving up by moving in with my bf and his daughter. It’s 10pm and I’m just getting ready for bed after a regular evening for me. I exercised, walked my dog, did some shopping at the local market, and relaxed on my balcony while watching the sailboats. I don’t own my place, but I could buy a similar small beachside condo north of here and still commute to work.
I’m bragging with this post, but it’s because i wish I owned this condo. I owned one previously with my ex but lost out in the divorce because he threatened to go for my pension and alimony if I went for my equal share in the condo. We had no children, but I made significantly more than him, which was the only reason we were able to get the condo.
My BF now wants me to move in with him. He makes more than me, but we’re both financially stable. But I’d have to live 50% of the time with his kid, who demands my attention. We could buy a great place together, but it would also be her place.
I was excited when he started looking at houses with me, because we’d own a home together, and I’d be a homeowner again (I can afford a home on my own, but not the down payment as a second time homeowner).
Our future home will always include SD. But my bf is significantly older than me, and we might never marry. What would that mean in 25 years if he passes before me?