Firstly, at 35 years old, it’s honestly the first time I’ve felt truly equal in a relationship.
I don’t just mean financially or intellectually, but as though my views matter.
Alex feels the same: it’s important to me that we can both bring an abundance of knowledge to the table. One thing I’ve learned over the years is that I need to be mentally stimulated as well as physically, but maybe I’ve always prioritised the physical side because I thought I was unworthy of both… or doubted that it was truly possible to have both.
Like others, I’ve brought my own crap (a huge backpack of it) with me.
We all have past traumas, unresolved grief and problematic ways of communicating. But I recognise my crap isn’t Alex’s to resolve. It’s mine. This is a very different dynamic than I’m used to.
For example, every time he compliments me, I respond with something negative about…