This year my husband and I will have been in each other’s lives 18 years. He’s the 2nd guy I ever seriously dated. And though we broke up a half dozen times. He’s my last first kiss, mainly because I just loved being alone, exploring a city and just unapologetically binge reading books every time we broke up while dating. So I got to have roommates, live alone, start my career in those patches of single. I’m thankful for that, the ability to enjoy the sound of my own thoughts. To be alone with myself. So though we’ve been in each other’s lives 18 years, I have a pretty good sense of who I am apart from him. It helps me be a better partner to him on top of just being able to understand and love myself better.