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I have a Life Partner and it’s NOT Who You Think
As many of you who read my work know, I consider myself to be solo-poly. I practice polyamory in a way that does not entangle my life with the life of a romantic partner. I currently prefer to live alone, I don’t share my money, and I highly value my autonomy. I travel and do my thing without asking for permission or having discussions about those things with my partners.
This does not mean, however, that I don’t have a life partner. Because I do. I talk to this person about the really big things, like how to manage and afford having my knees totally replaced while living abroad and when to manage that process so it most benefits me as well as our future activities. They’re awesome, amazing, and the most precious relationship to me. When my marriage came crashing down around me, they were the person I called, asking, “Can I come home?’
My person, my life partner, the person who transcends all other people and situations is my best friend. I always write about her as my BFF. (Someday she needs to pick her book name, so I have something better to call her than that!) We met when we were in our early 20’s. That means we’ve been together longer than we were old when we met- 26 years now. I had just finished college and she was in her last year. We were both working full-time at the JC Penny department store in the mall. Funny, I believe…
