I’m aware that our relationship presents differently than society’s standards
He's gotten a lot better, but he still sometimes messes up. I try to kindly correct him when he slips up, and he tries to understand when I get frustrated with him. I sometimes get discouraged and feel overwhelmed. But he reassures me that he'll get this down, and all of this will become our norm soon.
But I also know that love shouldn't, and doesn't, have a defined look
Reactions from other family members about my pronouns have varied.