When One of Us Transitioned, Our Relationship Changed for the Better

We were two years into a committed relationship. We had moved in together and settled into a life of postgraduate studies and domestic logistics, plus the day-to-day mundanity of supermarkets, mealtimes, and Netflix. It was 2020, so we had also been trapped in our apartment for a record stretch, and half the country was canned. The perfect storm of stress and isolation forced introspection onto us as we tried to lead precedented lives during unprecedented times.

By the time the lockdown lifted, she (Lucy) had kicked a life-long nail biting habit, and I (Summer) had come out as transgender.