When You Are a Family of Two

There isn’t an exact moment that I can remember that he switched from being my “boyfriend” to the “love of my life.” For as long as I can remember, he has always been the love of my life.

I never considered that we would ever breakup, because we always treated each other like we were a little family, by putting each other first, before other activities or friends. A love built on trust and deep respect for one another.

We don’t get in fights. We aren’t mean to one another. We talk if there is something that is bothering us, but we don’t bicker or pick on each other.

We are a family of two, within two larger families – mine and his. Yes, I am still very much a part of my family of 5 (brother, sister, mom and dad) or 50+ (Vosses, on dad’s side, and Robertsons, on mom’s side), but it’s been almost 4 years building a life with my family of two.

We celebrate our achievements together and support each other in failures. Last week, Santiago graduated from the London School of Economics with a dual degree in public administration with Columbia University, so we were lucky enough to celebrate this achievement with some of his family.

We help build each other up. We talk about our jobs together. We think about our studies together. We share our work together – our papers, our projects, our activities. We make each other the best that we can be.

And we love each other. Not because we have to, but because we choose to. And it would be easy to not be together (Santiago was in London and me in NYC for the past year), but everyday we choose to love and support each other, no matter where we are in the world.

I try not to make this blog about other people, because of course what I write is just my perspective. But since Santiago is an integral part of my life, I wanted to share some thoughts about loving someone, unconditionally, everyday and with all my heart.

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