We've been living together for a few months, after realizing it was nonsense to continue paying two rents, when one of our places was always neglected in favor of the other.
She moved in wit me, and it had all been going perfectly well until last week. Until she decided to get a houseplant.
Then we started arguing, because I did not want a houseplant, her houseplant, in my apartment.
We yelled and shouted because of it. But truly, we both knew it wasn't all about the damn houseplant; it was about us.
It was about her will to have a home, to have stability, to be rooted somewhere. And it was about my inability to really let someone in, to let someone be a permanent part of my life.
The houseplant means she intends to stay. And that scares me.