That roommate syndrome, it ain’t no good. When you start feelin’ like you’re just sharin’ a roof with someone, instead of sharin’ a life, well, that’s a problem, a big one.
My old neighbor, she had this problem with her husband. They were like two ships passing in the night. He’d be up and at ’em, workin’ on that old truck of his, and she’d be inside, tendin’ to her chores. Barely a “howdy” between ’em all day.
It’s like, you forget how to be lovey-dovey. That roommate syndrome, it creeps up on ya. One day you’re holdin’ hands, the next you’re just… there. Like furniture. Sad, really.
- No more spark.
- Just goin’ through the motions.
- Sleepin’ in the same bed, but miles apart.
That’s the thing about roommate syndrome, it don’t happen overnight. It’s like a slow leak in a tire. You don’t notice it at first, but then one day, bam, you’re flat on the side of the road.
What causes this here roommate syndrome? Well, lots of things. Maybe you’re both just too busy. Workin’ all the time, runnin’ around like chickens with their heads cut off. No time for each other.
Or maybe you just… drift apart. Like two branches on a river, slowly goin’ their separate ways. It happens. Life gets in the way, you know? Kids, jobs, bills… it all adds up.
Sometimes you just don’t connect no more. Like you’re speakin’ different languages or somethin’. He wants to talk about his day, you want to talk about yours, and nobody’s really listenin’.
- Too much work, not enough play.
- Not talkin’ to each other, really talkin’.
- Just lettin’ life get in the way.
And then there’s the whole, you know… bedroom situation. If that ain’t right, well, it’s like tryin’ to grow tomatoes in the desert. Ain’t gonna happen.
You gotta have that… that connection. That fire. Otherwise, you’re just roommates. Sharing space but not sharing hearts and it make roommate syndrome worse.
So how do you fix it, this roommate syndrome? Well, it ain’t easy, but it ain’t impossible neither. Gotta put in the work, like anything else worth havin’.
First thing’s first, you gotta start spendin’ time together. Real time. Not just passin’ each other in the hallway. Go for a walk, sit on the porch and watch the sunset, play a game of cards, just do something together.
And talk. Really talk. Not just about the weather or what’s for supper. Talk about your feelings, your dreams, your fears. Like you used to, way back when.
Remember what brought you together in the first place. What made you fall in love? Try to find that spark again. It might be buried under a pile of dirty laundry and unpaid bills, but it’s there. Somewhere.
- Spend time together, real time.
- Talk to each other, heart-to-heart.
- Remember why you fell in love.
And don’t be afraid to ask for help. There are folks out there who can help you get back on track. Therapists, counselors, pastors… they’ve seen it all before.
You gotta put in the effort, like tendin’ to a garden. You gotta water it, weed it, give it some sunshine. Otherwise, it’ll just wither up and die.
It is about makin’ time for each other. Even if it’s just a few minutes a day. It’s about showin’ each other that you care. A little hug, a kiss, a kind word… it all goes a long way.
And don’t forget about the little things. Like sayin’ “I love you” every day. Or holdin’ hands when you’re walkin’ down the street. Or just givin’ each other a smile across the room.
- Little things mean a lot.
- Say “I love you” and mean it.
- Show each other you care.
Roommate syndrome is tough, but it ain’t the end of the world. With a little bit of work and a whole lot of love, you can get that spark back. Just gotta remember what’s important. Each other.
You are not just two people sharing the same space. You are partners, lovers, friends. You chose each other, remember? So don’t just settle for being roommates. Fight for your love. It is worth it. You don’t want to live with that roommate syndrome forever.
Just like my old neighbor. She finally had enough of that roommate life. Started putting in the work with her husband. Took some time, but they found their way back to each other. Now they’re happier than two peas in a pod. So there’s hope, always hope. Just don’t let that roommate syndrome win.
