He’s my partner and that’s forever but she’s the woman I’ve always wanted. Living with him drives me mad but lets me unwind, living with her satisfies me but I can’t ever relax from a traditional head-of-household role. They’re fundamentally incompatible, hate each other for the qualities I love them most for, and here I am juggling it all, trying to keep the household peace and being the sole breadwinner too. Whichever one of them breaks and walks away first, I’ll be devastated. The two of them in combination, being able to put up with each other, would ensure my fully satisfied life. Without her, I’d always wander. Without him, I’d never fly.

There are days I think having room in your heart for more than one person is the cruelest curse of all.