Actually, a week after we got engaged, Gloria wanted to call it off. She felt that she didn't love me as much as I loved her. I said I was willing to take my chances. (A few years after we got married, she started calling me a worm. She said that, while, initially, she hadn't loved me as much as I loved here, over time I had "wormed" my way into her heart.)
So, we did agree to get married. As noted, Gloria hated moving, and I agreed to move into her place. (Over the years, as I got to know just how *much* Gloria hated moving, I started telling people that she only agreed to marry me because I was willing to move into her place, and not make her move again.) Which I started to do, in bits and pieces. Gloria (at this time still not sure that she loved me as much as I loved her) felt some pressure at me "invading" her home. I was given *one* room, into which to move everything I was bringing from my apartment. (It was to be my office.) It was the smallest bedroom. Predictably, at one point it got pretty full. Gloria, still feeling invaded by all of this, was particularly upset one night when I brought over yet another load. It was, in fact, a pretty small load: just four plastic shopping bags of stuff. But it was kind of the last straw, at the time, and the fact that, when I went to put the bags in the room, they actually didn't fit, and stuck out a bit into the hall, set Gloria off. She yelled about feeling this pressure, and feeling invaded, right there in the hall.
And I turned, and kicked at the bags, and yelled at them, "Back! Back!"
Gloria laughed, and we talked about it some more, and Gloria said that she decided that she could take me on, since we could discuss *any* problem, even if the problem was me.
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