The domestic partner and I agreed long ago that we’ll give our relationship 50 years to work. After that, we’ll both be free to cut our losses, walk away and find someone better while we still have our looks.
Today marks our two-and-a-half-year mark. Which by my calculations means we’re 5% done with our obligations. In the mean time we’re celebrating our kindaversary in grand style: I’m at work and he’s at home. And I have a rehearsal tonight, during which time he’ll probably still be at home.
It’s passion like this that’s gonna make this marriage work.