Welcome to just break up the podcast about love, heartbreak, and all the

relationship advice you don't want to hear. My name is Sierra de Mulder.

And I'm Sam Blackwell and today we're going to answer a letter from somebody who is moving

in with her partner and freaking out about it. But before we begin we just want to

give you our Surgeon General's warning which is that Sierra and I are not licensed mental health

practitioners although both of us have moved in with significant others

multiple times.

Yes, we have.

We are not professionals so and I've never for hired professional movers have you?

Yes one time was it awesome. Yeah, it was so great. It was fantastic

I think about like my early 20s when I used to move 100% by myself because I wouldn't

like I'm talking about like full mattresses by my five foot three self. I don't know what the fuck I was thinking in in a non truck no less.

Yeah, no, absolutely. I'm imagining you with your little Honda Civic. Yes, exactly. He was a

CRV, thank you very much. Here we go. We're not professionals, we're not trained in any of this, so please take

our advice as you see fit.

We're just here to offer our humble musings and hopefully set some understanding and maybe

some laughs about the incredibly rewarding, but mostly confusing experience that is love.

All right, we are going to get right into today's letter.

It comes from anxiously spiraling, whose pronouns are she, her, who is writing from cohabited. from in my relationship. I'm starting to feel like it's almost too big and meaningful and I'm scared slash panicked

slash indecisive.

I queer, sis woman 28 started monogamously dating my current boyfriend, he, him, sister-man 31, one year and eight months ago.

It's a communicative, supportive, fun, and dynamic relationship and I feel stable, supported, and happy in it.

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