12 years together, 6 years married

Anniversary reflections: A look back at our love story

This Sunday, December 15 is our only anniversary.

It marks the date that my partner Andrew first asked me out, the date that he proposed, and the date we got married. “So it will always be an easy date to remember,” he likes to say. “Or so you only have to get me one gift each year,” I like to joke back.

We’ve spent a dozen years of bisexual monogamy in this double-neurodivergent relationship, working together to unlearn patterns that kept us stuck in the past and trusting each other to navigate new ways of being that will help us continue to grow into our happiest, healthiest selves—all with a distinct blend of what Andrew calls your stuff, my stuff, and our stuff, for balance.

It has not been easy. But holy shit, has it been worth it.

If love stories aren’t your thing, now might be the time to tap out, because I’m about to go into the lore of our own—from our initial serendipitous meeting to where we are now, married and living happily ever after in Haarlem.

How it started

I accidentally met my partner Andrew in 2012.