How does it feel to be with someone that "feels like home?"?

I get along with my mom, I’ve known her all my life.

I am perfectly relaxed and happy. We share thoughts and discussions. laughs, passion, and friendship. It is wonderful.

Most of the time I am my true self. I wouldn’t spend a lot of time with people who I can’t be my true self. What exactly does that mean? That I can eat food combinations that some people might think are gross? Wear mismatched ratty pajamas? have bed head until noon? Yeah, being able to do those things feels good. It’s like being a kid again. Hanging out with my husband watching TV and giggling, or discovering new things we enjoy, having inside jokes, it all makes me very happy. It reminds me of being with my sister when we were little and having fun playing together.

Sometimes I think I am too much of an open book, too much true self in revealing some of my worries and fears. I get a lot of support from my husband, but sometimes I go too far and it drives him crazy and I can tell he is getting fed up. I still can tell him more than I can tell anyone else. It isn’t a matter of hiding things from others, it’s just when I am logically going too far with worry he is the person I still can pester about it.

Well, it feels like… Home.

I, too, am at home pretty much everywhere because I’ve finally become comfortable in my own skin after 40. It’s like that old saying, “Wherever you go, there you are,” that means that if you’re unhappy within yourself, no change of scenery is going to change that – I never used to feel “at home” anywhere or with anyone. So I took a few years and focused on getting myself confident and happy within.

On the other hand, being with my sweetie, whom I know loves and supports me and ‘gets’ me, takes my self-contentment to a whole new, more sublime level of happiness. And that sense of knowing that I am loved unconditionally for the first time in my life (my childhood was miserable) stays with me even when we are not together.

Ask Chantal Kreviazuk.

Home feels like I can be myself and not have to worry about how other perceive me because they accept me for who I am.

When I’m physically close to my partner, like in his neck, it feels like my body is healing from being next to him. It feels not just like home, it feels like we are one single body and when we are separated, we aren’t as well off.

@Simone_De_Beauvoir I know just what you mean. I once tried to tell my husband it was like when changelings join, but he doesn’t watch Star Trek so he thought I was just babbling.

@JLeslie Yes, it’s like that.

It’s comfortable knowing that someone won’t judge you based on what you say or do, so you can talk about almost anything with them. They like you for who you are and there is a mutual trust.

I used to have a boyfriend that liked to read the Sunday papers laying in the floor where the morning sun allowed us to lay like lizards, soaking up the sunshine. We stay naked the whole morning and into afternoon, laying on the floor in the sun on Sunday, reading the paper, discussing it’s contents, cooking breakfast in the adjacent kitchen, having sex or making out on and off all morning. Only on Sundays. Relaxed, happy, and free from obligation plans.

I miss Sunday. Might not have been the right man for me, but that felt like home.

Very comfortable.

Like a stupid girl nicknamed bungalow, because there’s nothing going on upstairs.

It’s absolutely the best. One of the amazing discoveries of my youth was that cuddling up to a woman is downright therapeutic. I discovered that I am an inveterate cuddler, and would chase a woman around a bed like Ahab after Moby Dick. The comfy thing is a REALLY big deal.

I had a friend recently who felt like home to me. I was happy whatever we were doing together. It wasn’t sexual but it felt right. Now he’s moved on and I feel bereft.

Flat

My mom and I laugh most of the time we’re together, we just ‘get’ each other and have all that history, it’s really cool.

@KNOWITALL Yeah – my boys and me too; we just don’t get the opportunity to be together much.