The New Relationship: LATs (Living Alone Together)
I remember my aunt -- married 40 years at the time -- saying, when her husband retired, "I married you for better or worse. Not for lunch." I didn't see the humor in it until I began living with my boyfriend (later my husband), and having to think first if he'd mind if I went out with a friend after work and he'd have to get his own dinner. When it was just me, hey, a bowl of cereal and a handful of M&Ms and right into bed to get ready for the next day, when I got home. Certainly, living with someone changes your life. But I got a kick out of Frank Bruni's column Sunday in The New York Times about LATs, or Living Alone Togethers. He and his boyfriend each have an apartment and they stay with each other several times a week. But the rest of the time, they can curl up on the couch with a pint of Heath Bar crunch, and watch "Sister Wives" all night long without anyone complaining I'm hogging the TV and let's watch Bill O'Reilly ...