I don't know why I didn't see this one coming.
When someone moves in with you, you have to split all your space in halfsies. When my S.O. first moved in, he one day walked into the living room carrying all of my nail polish (in my very practical nail polish bin) and asked me, "Um. Where does this, like, go….?" and I was surprised. My response was, "Wherever you found it is where I keep it, OBVIOUSLY."
It was then that I learned not everyone uses the space beneath their coats, beside the vacuum, behind the step stool as a nail salon. Isn't life funny?
At the end of the literal and metaphorical day, it's better to have your loved one with you than not. But if you haven't made the big move yet, you pee with that door open and you enjoy the hell out of it. And when you do, think of us who have moved on into an albeit smaller but better place.