“He’s her boyfriend,” my infuriatingly rational academic boyfriend said as we did the long walk back to his Stockwell flat while drinking beers. “They’re in love, she’s changed. That’s fine, it’s part of growing up.” “You’re my boyfriend,” I snapped. “I’m in love. I haven’t changed. She’s still the most important person in my life. She’s still the person I want to see the most. I don’t prioritize my relationship.” He took a swig from his can of beer. “Well, maybe that’s not normal,” he replied. After two years together, Leo and I split up.
