🔥From Flame to Hearth: Love That Still Glows

My relationship with Duane has transformed many times. Sometimes quietly. Sometimes painfully. Sometimes dramatically. Sometimes beautifully.

We’ve been partners in parenting, in business, in chaos, and in calm. We’ve weathered an affair, serious medical issues, and co-parenting complexities. When I first met his son, I was almost positive he was autistic and undiagnosed…try having that conversation before you’ve even begun officially dating. In case that wasn’t enough trial by fire, we also agreed on a poly relationship and ran a kink community for years. Navigating polyamory and kink stretched our communication in ways monogamy rarely demands—every feeling laid bare, every assumption exposed and examined.

I won’t lie and pretend that navigating these things has been easy. It’s often messy, painful, and so many mistakes have been made. A woman he was deeply sexually drawn to took advantage of my trust and weaponized my honest vulnerability.. Thankfully he chose not to sleep with her, but he never really believed she had sinister motives. That damaged my trust in nearly every woman that came after her and I was often a suspicious, jealous, insecure, deflecting, projecting mess of a girlfriend. Duane built quite a bit of resentment that eventually lead to an affair.

To say that I was heartbroken is a gross understatement. I don’t have words to express the depth of betrayal I felt. An affair in an openly poly relationship…how is that even possible?!

I was destroyed, but I also understood that my deflecting and projecting was a catalyst to his choices. I also understood that it takes two to tango, and his on-again, off-again girlfriend seemed to get off on hurting me.

I wanted to forgive him, and I have, but it wasn’t easy. It’s been over two years since the affair and our sex life has yet to recover. My desire and passion never fully returned- it died slowly and excruciatingly during the weeks of gaslighting where my gut new an affair was occurring, but I was told it was not, and I was being insecure and crazy. I wish the lack of desire was about punishment, resentment, or even mistrust, but the truth is I don’t know why it hasn’t returned and I don’t know if it ever will.

I tried to fan the flames. I really did. I kissed, I touched, I “played.” Whispers of love, guilt, and hope all braided together. I worked hard to forgive and to rid myself of any resentment. I took ownership of my part as a catalyst. I wanted to feel what I used to. I wanted the desire to return, to sneak back in through the back door of a well-timed hug or nostalgic kiss.

But it didn’t.

And I hated myself for that. Guilt hung over me, slowly eroding me from the inside. I still felt passion and desire for my other boyfriend Dustin, and it all felt terribly unfair.

Because Duane is good. Not perfect, but good. Steady. Safe. A man who has seen me ugly-cry at 2am and didn’t flinch. A man who stayed even when I regularly showed up as the very worst version of myself. I desperately wanted my desire to return…but it just…didn’t.

I told him the truth—more than once. That the spark hasn’t returned. That I don’t know if it ever will. That I still love him, but not in that pulsing, passionate way I once did. It tore my heart out to say those words to someone I love. I know how bruised my ego would feel if this was communicated to me. I expected the worst.

But instead of pain or panic, I got grace.

He reminded me of his own sexual trauma—of past lovers who demanded and expected intimacy like it was a debt to collect. He said he never wanted that with me. That our connection isn’t defined by how often we get tangled in the sheets. He told me I didn’t have to feel guilty. That what we have is real, even if it’s no longer as steamy as it once was.

And I exhaled for the first time in months.

Because now? We’re not pretending. We’re not tiptoeing. I no longer feel like I’m leading him on or lying. We’re consciously choosing to stay connected—not out of habit, guilt, or fear, but from a deep reverence for what we’ve built. For the trust we’ve earned, the truths we’ve faced, and the care that remains steady even as the shape of us changes.

This isn’t the fairytale ending we imagined.
But it’s still a kind of magic.

Love, reimagined.