Who am I to tell you about dating long distance? I’m not in your relationship! But let me humbly give you my credentials: I’ve walked 3,000 miles across the United States, crossing through 15 states, building and maintaining all types of relationships along the way. I’ve lived bi-coastally in two major cities, New York and […]
Looking back on the two decades (give or take) that I’ve been dating, I can only really remember one Valentine’s Day. It’s the V-Day I spent with Tim W., this Australian kid that fell fast and hard for me over the summer of 2010. When I think about that Valentine’s, it comes back to me in a series of clear-as-day snapshot moments.
I’ve felt my fair share of jealousy — that stabby, sinking feeling which is a confusing mix of anger, fear, and shame. I’ve let jealousy sneak under my skin and make me feel badly about myself. I’ve even let jealousy guide me away from certain friendships or partnerships that I might’ve otherwise deeply enjoyed. Based on these negative experiences with jealousy, I’ve often wondered whether, if given the choice, I’d choose to live a life where I never felt a shred of it.
