What I Learned From My Two Failed Lesbian Relationships

I often like to ask Chia a lot of hypothetical questions about our relationship (i.e. Does she think we would still be together if we were living in the 1950s? Would she still like me if I had 6 toes? 😅).

I’ll admit that sometimes they’re silly and make no sense. However, Chia takes these questions very literally (for example, when I’ve asked if we’d still be together if we lived in the 1950s, she’s told me that we wouldn’t have met in the first place because dating apps didn’t exist back then 🤦🏼‍♀️) and therefore, is no fun.

Nevertheless, I have still wondered what it would’ve been like if Chia had been my very first girlfriend.

I’d like to believe that we would still be soulmates the way we are now, but in hindsight, I’m glad that Chia and I met when we did–at a time when we had both matured and learned from our previous lesbian relationships.

Prior to Chia, I had two other long-term lesbian relationships that as you could’ve guessed, didn’t work out. I’ve talked previously about one of them in my post about long-distance lesbian relationships.

The other one was my very first lesbian relationship back when I was in high school. It lasted over a year and then became an on-again-off-again type of relationship that wasn’t healthy for either parties (more on that later).