I've been retired for a couple of years (during which I thrived on being ALONE) and my husband retired in February of this year. I really had to bite my tongue and control my frustrations the first couple of months after he retired because he tended to follow me around the house like he was lost and interject himself into whatever I was doing. I found myself suggesting he do this or that or telling him we needed something or the other from the store, just to get him focused on something other than following me around and trying to do whatever it was that I was doing. I've always been very independent and can't stand for anyone to try to usurp my activities and free time. I also need a lot of time alone.
We rarely like to watch the same things on TV so it has become the norm for me to retreat to the bedroom to watch Netflix shows like BBC murder mysteries, historical documentaries, and cooking shows, while he hangs out in the living room watching "This Old House" or craftsmen shows about building motorcycles and woodworking and stuff like that. We don't mind doing our own things and it is not an issue.
One day when he was horning in on my cooking dinner, I snapped and told him that I never contemplated and do not want to be married to a house-husband, and that he needed to find something else to do. He got the message and began designing and building a chicken house. Yep, the Taj Mahal of chicken houses in one of the pastures adjacent to the horse barn. He has been working on the _)*$&^(#))# chicken house for several months now. Sheesh, how hard is it to build a chicken house?! But at least he is outside and engaged in what he is doing. I told him yesterday that he needs to finish it because I'm going to buy baby chickens this coming week and they need their home to be ready. That seemed to make him happy because he now has a deadline. He even asked me to make ham & cheese paninis for lunch so he can keep working, so I'm heading to the kitchen now.
It's not easy to make the adjustment of being together all day every day, but as long as we freely talk about it and respect each other's interests, we're okay.
We rarely like to watch the same things on TV so it has become the norm for me to retreat to the bedroom to watch Netflix shows like BBC murder mysteries, historical documentaries, and cooking shows, while he hangs out in the living room watching "This Old House" or craftsmen shows about building motorcycles and woodworking and stuff like that. We don't mind doing our own things and it is not an issue.
One day when he was horning in on my cooking dinner, I snapped and told him that I never contemplated and do not want to be married to a house-husband, and that he needed to find something else to do. He got the message and began designing and building a chicken house. Yep, the Taj Mahal of chicken houses in one of the pastures adjacent to the horse barn. He has been working on the _)*$&^(#))# chicken house for several months now. Sheesh, how hard is it to build a chicken house?! But at least he is outside and engaged in what he is doing. I told him yesterday that he needs to finish it because I'm going to buy baby chickens this coming week and they need their home to be ready. That seemed to make him happy because he now has a deadline. He even asked me to make ham & cheese paninis for lunch so he can keep working, so I'm heading to the kitchen now.
It's not easy to make the adjustment of being together all day every day, but as long as we freely talk about it and respect each other's interests, we're okay.