Dear Vix,
I’m a 65-year-old gay man, retired. I’ve been with my partner, Ben, since I was 29. We live together, we spend most of our time together, we eat together, we walk the dog together. We get along well, we have shared jokes and we help each other and love each other in whatever ways we can. I’ve never been in love with him (he was with me), but that’s never mattered and I suppose we’re more like brothers now. I think of him as my “life-partner”. We witness each other’s lives and somehow give each other “permission” to be as we are.
