We had a shared sense that we were “not like other couples,” which at the time felt innovative. Small issues (my hatred of your friends, your disdain for my mother) were initially flagged as low-priority bugs. Somewhere along the way, my role in the relationship expanded from Partner to Emotional Help Desk. I became the point person for your work stress, your existential dread, and your recurring theory that everyone secretly hates you. I appreciate everything we built together, even if the final product was mostly résumé building and soft skills.