Don’t get me wrong. Sometimes girlfriends can best be described in one word that starts with a B. Sometimes they are our worst enemy. Sometimes they hurt. But so are the people we work with, and we don’t quit the job; so are our family members, and we don’t quit them. Girlfriends, as much of a headache as they can be, matter none the less. Even the arguments that exploded over whatsapp mattered, because they taught me patience.
Girlfriends matter to me, which is not to say that I want one, it’s just to say that I’ve had one or two. I never had a wife, never been engaged. But I did live with a girlfriend once upon a time, and even though we’re not together anymore, she matters. The ones who came before her, the ones I didn’t live with, they matter too. And if you don’t get how that can be, ask their new boyfriends. Those lucky bastards who are now boyfriends to my ex-girlfriends. They’ll tell you their girlfriends matter. And yes, I still get the occasional whatsapp birthday message from them — proof that connections don’t just vanish.
Girlfriends matter. Just ask the men I know who will kill for their girlfriends. I know quite a few of them, just like I know quite a few husbands who act like their wives don’t exist. Girlfriends matter, titles don’t. So the question is not who I’m loving, if she is my wife, fiancee, or girlfriend. The question is, am I loving her to the best of my ability? I don’t think a title should dictate such things. Whether it’s a wedding vow or just a late-night whatsapp “I miss you,” the feeling is the same.