For many of us, when we got to a certain age we began to crave for our independence from our parents. Some of us have had heated conflicts, getting into arguments about said freedom. We could not wait to get out of their house so we could come and go as we pleased, have our own space and get away from their nagging ways or even get away from sharing with other siblings. After all, this is a thing of nature. The young grow up, challenge the authority of their elders, a fight in one sense or another ensues and the young heads off into the world/wild to carve their own path in life.
Now with all of that in mind, why do many of us turn right around a few years later and lock up ourselves in "committed" relationships where we are again back to where we were in our parents house to some degree. We can’t really come and go as we please, we have to answer to someone, explain ourselves, share (love is one thing, but our money, or space, our car, etc) and other such things?
What is interesting is that when these relationship begin with all the euphoria, the idea of freedom and sharing is not considered so much. Each person WANTS to be in the constant company of each other, want to tell each other about our day, willing to share even our cups, etc. Over time (generally speaking), some start to relive what occurred in their parents home. The questions that were once gladly answered are now considered nagging. The sharing now becomes annoying. The 6 hour conversations on the phone have now dwindled to calls asking questions like, "where the hell are you," and "why the hell did you leave the milk on the counter!?"
Humans. I tell ya!