--- title: "eleven_minutes_apart (wanting more): 1 situationship story, 0 replies | TheGreyZones" url: https://thegreyzones.com/stories/users/eleven_minutes_apart description: "eleven_minutes_apart on TheGreyZones: 1 anonymous situationship story and 0 replies, written from the side that wants more. Posting since August 2026. Latest: \"" lang: en --- All stories (https://thegreyzones.com/stories) Community member # eleven_minutes_apart Every situationship story and reply eleven_minutes_apart has posted on TheGreyZones, anonymous by design. Writing from I want more (1). Stories 1 Replies 0 First seen 20 Aug 2026 Last active 20 Aug 2026 ## Stories (1) ### We did the ultimatum thing. Two years later, we're getting married. I thought I would post this because when I was in the middle of it, I only ever found stories where the ultimatum either ended the relationship or bought someone another six months of waiting. I was 36 when I met her. She was 39, divorced, two children, very clear on our third date that she wasn't looking to build another big merged life with anyone. I had also been divorced and, at the time, that sounded completely reasonable. I wasn't exactly shopping for matching bathrobes either. For the first year, it worked. We had our own homes, saw each other two or three nights a week, went away occasionally and knew each other's friends. I met the children after about eight months. Nobody was pretending it was casual, but she hated the word 'partner' and every conversation about the future ended with some version of 'why can't we just enjoy what we have?' The problem was that what I wanted changed. I didn't suddenly want to move in and become a stepmum. I wanted to know that we were actually choosing a future together, even if that future looked unconventional. I wanted to be included in plans more than three months ahead. I wanted to stop feeling as though asking whether we'd spend Christmas together was an administrative error. We went round that argument for nearly another year. I became worse in it as well, if I'm fair. I would say I was fine, then make little sarcastic comments when she booked something without me. She would hear any request as 'move in with me tomorrow' and shut down before I'd actually finished the sentence. We were both defending ourselves against conversations the other person wasn't quite having. Last summer I did the needs exercise here. I hated it. Mostly because when I wrote everything down, living together wasn't even on my list. Marriage wasn't on it either. My actual list was things like being able to make plans six months ahead, being acknowledged as her partner, spending some holidays together, and knowing that if our lives changed we would make decisions as a team rather than me finding out where I fitted afterwards. Something Gal said in the session stuck with me: a boundary isn't a cleverer way of making somebody give you the answer you want. You have to be prepared for the answer to still be no. So I stopped trying to persuade her. I told her what I actually needed and said I loved her, but if she genuinely didn't want those things with me then I needed us to end properly. No half-breakup where we still slept together every Friday. She said she needed a week to think. I genuinely thought that was it. A week later she came back with her own list. Not a dramatic declaration. A list. She didn't want to live together while her youngest was at home. She didn't want shared finances. She did want me as her partner. She did want to plan holidays and Christmases together. She wanted me involved in decisions that affected us. She also admitted that she'd been using 'I don't want to lose my independence' to avoid having to work out what commitment could look like without recreating her marriage. I said yes to that version. It wasn't magically easy afterwards. For about three months we had some painfully literal conversations because we'd spent two years relying on implication. But it changed. Not just the label. Her behaviour changed. Mine did too. I stopped testing whether she would choose me because she'd actually made a choice. Two years on, we still live eleven minutes apart. I still don't have a key to her house because her teenager apparently treats keys as a national security issue. We spend Christmas morning separately with our respective families and everyone comes together in the afternoon. It is not the relationship I imagined when I was younger, but it is very definitely a relationship. And, slightly ridiculously given all of the above, we're getting married next spring. We still aren't moving in together. I suppose I'm posting because 'ask for clarity' sometimes gets translated online as 'give them an ultimatum and leave when they fail'. That wasn't what happened for us. The boundary forced both of us to stop talking in vague words like commitment and pressure and actually say what we meant. It could absolutely have ended us. I think the reason it worked is that by then I really was prepared for it to. 66 votes 23 replies eleven_minutes_apart https://thegreyzones.com/stories/we-did-the-ultimatum-thing-two-years-later-getting-married ## Replies (0) No replies yet.