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The Deer Never Even Considered Asking Sergei to Move In. Dating Was One Thing—Living Together Was a Whole Different Story.

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Helen had never once considered offering to let Serge move in with her. Dating was one thingliving together entirely another. On Saturday, she waited for him as usual, expecting nothing more than their weekly stroll. But when she opened the door, her breath caught. There he stood, clutching two enormous suitcases.

She sank into her armchair, flipping through photos on her phonethere they were, feeding ducks in Hyde Park, another of them strolling through the gardens, then foraging for mushrooms in the countryside. Six months had slipped by unnoticed.

Theyd met online. Sixty-one and sixty-three, both divorced, their children grown and independent.

Serge had charmed her instantlycultured, well-read, with a dry wit. He wasnt looking for a mother to his children or a housekeeper, just companionship with someone interesting.

They met twice, sometimes three times a weekthe theatre, gallery openings, cosy cafés, city walks, weekends at her friends cottage. Helen relished the ease of it, the closeness without obligation.

“Helen,” Serge had asked early on, “tell me about your life.”

“Quiet. Peaceful. Ive lived alone five years. Im used to it.”

“Dont you get lonely?”

“Sometimes. But I have friends. My daughters visit. And now, theres you.”

“Glad to hear it.”

After his divorce, Serge rented a cramped flat in an ageing building. He grumbled about the temperamental landladyno repairs, yet rent crept higher each year.

“What can I do?” hed say. “No property of my own. Everything went to my ex. That flat was her parents gift, and good luck proving I paid for the renovations.”

“Ever thought of buying?”

“With what money?”

Helen understood. She owned a spacious three-bedroom in a decent neighbourhood, earned through decades of work. Her daughters had long flown the nestplenty of space.

Yet the idea of inviting Serge to live with her had never crossed her mind. Dating was manageable; sharing a home? Unthinkable.

Then came that Saturday.

“Serge, whats happened?” she asked, pulse quickening.

“Can I come in? Ill explain.”

He left the suitcases in the hall and sat on the sofa.

“The landlords selling. Gave me a week to clear out.”

“And now?”

“Nowhere to go. Cant find another place that fastcant afford it, either.”

Understanding dawned.

“Helen, Ive been thinkingweve been serious for half a year. We know each other. Maybe we should try living together?”

“Together?”

“Your place is huge. I wont be a burdenI work, Ill contribute.”

“Weve never discussed this.”

“Why discuss it in advance? Lifes handed us the answer.”

She felt unmoored, unprepared.

“I need time to think.”

“Think about what? We love each other.”

“Love and cohabitation arent the same.”

“Why not? At our age, its time to decide.”

“Decide what?”

“Our future. If were together, we should *be* together.”

Her gaze drifted to the suitcases. Hed made the choice for her.

“What if I say no?”

“No to happiness?”

“No to you turning up uninvited with luggage.”

“Dont be angry. I didnt mean it like that. Circumstances forced my hand.”

“Circumstances dont forcepeople create them.”

“Youre saying I shouldve asked first?”

“Precisely.”

A heavy silence.

“Fine. Lets talk now. Im proposing we live together.”

“And Im refusing.”

“Why?”

“Because I like my solitude. I enjoy us as we areI dont want more.”

“But were perfect for each other.”

“For dates, walks, weekends away. Not for domestic life.”

“Whats the difference?”

“Domesticity is compromise. Habits, routinesdaily adjustments.”

“So? Wed adapt.”

“Thats just itI dont *want* to adapt. Im content.”

His face fell.

“Helen, what if I proposed properly? Marriage?”

“Why?”

“Why? To do things right.”

“Marriage changes nothing. I still wont live with you.”

“Then whats the point of us?”

“The same as always. Companionship, when we choose it.”

“And after?”

“We carry on as we are.”

“Thats not serious!”

“It is to me.”

“I want stability.”

“What stability?” she asked, sitting opposite him.

“The ordinary kind. Shared breakfasts, shared plansa life built together.”

“I dont want daily breakfasts with anyone. Or entangled plans.”

“But youre alone!”

“Im not. I have my daughters, my friends, you. Loneliness and independence arent the same.”

“I dont see the difference.”

“The difference is choice. Right now, I choose when and with whom I engage. Living together removes that.”

“Helen, at our age, we must think of wholl care for us in old age.”

“I have. It neednt be a husband.”

“Who, then?”

“My daughters. Carers. Social services. Options exist.”

“Thats not the same!”

“Not to you, perhaps. To me, its enough.”

He paced the room.

“So youd have me keep renting, seeing you on weekends?”

“Id have you live as you please. Well meet when we both wish to.”

“And if I cant afford rent?”

“Thats your concern, not mine.”

“Thats cruel.”

“Honest. Your housing crisis isnt my obligation.”

“But were together!”

“We date. That doesnt make me responsible for your life.”

He sat again, defeated.

“If I find a place… will we continue?”

“If we both want to.”

“And until thencould I stay here temporarily?”

“No.”

“At all?”

“At all.”

The finality struck him. He took his suitcases and turned to leave.

“So Ill need a new home… and a new relationship.”

“Perhaps.”

“Helen, wont you regret this?”

“No.”

He never called again. Helen returned to her quiet, solitary rhythmprizing peace over partnership, freedom over compromise. At sixty, she knew her own mind.

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