Genderless Not Loveless

When I was twenty-five, I had the realization that I am non-binary. My husband and I were both raised by conservative Christian families, and so this was unfamiliar territory for both of us. He did a great job adapting to using my preferred pronouns, but as English was his second language, sometimes it would take a minute to come up with phrasing that made sense.

This happened one night as we were getting ready for bed after a long, romantic day out.

Me: “I had a great time today.”

Husband: “Me too.”

Me: “You’re my forever man.”

Husband: “You’re my forever… umm… mysterious genderless creature?!”

Me: *Holding back tears from laughing so hard.* “Sure, let’s go with that.”

He still calls me this jokingly sometimes!