partnership, of the domestic kind

i have redefined every aspect of relationships since my marriage failed; living with someone is no different. Noire is now the fourth person in my house- sixth if you count the grrls, who are here one night a week and every other weekend. The irony of this is that, for an anti-social person such as myself, my house is chock full with very little space to escape. My friend that has been living in my basement for a year and a half (my other friends call him the cave dweller) has until May 31. While this should free up space considerably, giving The Land her own bedroom, we will still have a lot of people here. She is patient with this arrangement- after all, she moved from an apartment where she had 5 roommates- but even she said last night how difficult it is to find space at times. So what have i discovered about her since the co-habitation began? She talks, a lot, she's a bit more neurotic than i knew, she has excellent taste in shower curtains, and can be both demanding as well as sweet. i am not a TV person- the more time goes on, i find it less necessary- but Noire is so i purchased a new TV for our bedroom. i asked myself: is this the beginning of my giving in, the giving in that frustrated me so about ExA? i don't think it is- even i enjoy a great movie, and being able to watch it from bed is comfortably self indulgent. It is odd, given that i thought i'd never live with anyone again, and when i feel like it is wrong, that the relationship is somehow faulty, i breathe, remind myself to take it day to day and find what i love about her.