I’ve had two committed, long-term relationships in my adult life: the first ended after twenty years, the second is currently ending after twelve. My first partner, Charlie (I was never legally able to call him my husband) is now a dear friend. It’s hard not to be. We’ve known each other nearly forty years, and we have a lot of shared history. In fact, he has been one of the mainstays of my support system as I work through my divorce with Aaron, my second long-term partner,