General

Speaking about my last relationship experience, we had a definite contrast in lifestyle. She was a respectably successful medical professional starting a new practice, she had a lot of obligations and worked via telehealth at home which was nice, as we could spend a lot of time together. She basically lived the life of a busy professional, whereas I had very few obligations.

This ended up being a wonderful relationship, that we both appreciated. I did most of the housework, and took care of all the little boring things which I was happy to do in order for her to focus on things that were more important to her.

It was generally a female led relationship, which was great for me as I knew what I was doing was helpful, and she didn't have to worry about keeping her home in order etc.

So, there was a pretty significant contrast in our roles. We both performed our roles well, and both experiences a sense of self-respect, productivity, and purpose. So little was open to doubt.

Emotionally and romantically I'd never experienced a more rewarding arrangement, and the contrast in our roles had a big part to do with it.

Initially, my partner and I had very different lifestyles. I was the active one that ate healthily, and he was not. I was more of a homebody that liked to go out exploring, and he liked to hang out with friends.

I found it all more amusing than necessarily sexy.

Now our lifestyles are more similar. I get out more, and he is being more active.

I prefer it the current way if only because I can spend more time with him.

We might have started with a contrasting lifestyle, but as we merged our lives together, things just turned out that way. I suppose that's the difference between having a feedist relationship and a relationship where all parties just so happen to be feedists.

tl;dr: In my and my Love’s case, it mostly works in reality, though for reasons specific to each of us, there are some challenges.

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My current intimate interpersonal relationship started for sure as a SSBBW/FA + a long line of compatible traits and interests relationship. Lifestyle-wise, we’re pretty high contrast. In some ways it works out; in others it’s a challenge we’re still working through.

She’s not so much lazy as hobbled by pain from decades-old shit medical care (because she was fat and the doctors couldn’t think past their biases, until the other-person accident-induced physical damage became permanent). There’s a string of factors which for her privacy i will not enumerate, but together they basically guarantee that she has led and will continue to lead a highly sedentary lifestyle, of necessity. (I absolutely support the exercise and movement she chooses to undertake, and both of us continue to seek out other things that work for her.)

I am definitely energetic and relatively give-or-take fit, or at least thin and light. I have my own heath situation that more or less requires that i remain active and move around/exercise for my survival, ideally during midday sun hours. It can be difficult for us when i need to get out and move around midday, when it is too hot for her and she may (usually is) in pain and better off with basic, minimal movement and staying indoors or anywhere else cool. We can follow our separate needs, but this leads to less together time, which neither of us like. If i stay and do more sedentary things with her, my body complains. On the rare times that circumstances have forced her to work with me during daytime to deal together with some crisis (e.g. collapsed roof of our house), her body vociferously complains (and requires additional pain medication).

In other ways, we compliment each other. Her life had been pretty cluttered and messy, because of necessity to minimize pain, when home from work or whatever she needed to set things down where she landed, rather than put things away in proper places. I have the gift (so far) of easy mobility and decent energy, so early on i took over putting things away where they belong, making things easier for both of us to find than it had been for her when she lived alone.

Right now we’re in a different house, which is two story. Not either of our choice, but necessary due to circumstances (and it’s a pretty nice house in a nice neighborhood). It’s easy and low-effort for me to go up and down the stairs to fetch things for her or take things away (e.g. dirty dishes), which i do frequently every day. This relieves her of forcing her body through more painful movement, else leaving things where they lie and creating more clutter.

She really appreciates all the fetching and whatnot, as each of us maximizes our body’s needs.

There’s more to the story, but that’s a decent summary.