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All In or All Out

Fri, 11 Sep 2026

I once said I was all in or all out.

I am beginning to understand what I meant.

"All in" doesn't mean ownership.

It doesn't mean surrendering independence.

It doesn't mean passwords, surveillance, constant contact or knowing where someone is every second of the day.

It doesn't mean abandoning friends, responsibilities or an entire identity outside the relationship.

It means there is a place for me.

A real one.

It means I am not granted access only to someone's intimacy while being excluded from their ordinary life.

It means I don't receive the beautiful private version of someone and then disappear when they return to the world.

It means I don't have to compete for evidence that I matter.

It means I am not a secret.

It means I am not an interruption.

It means I don't have to wonder why everybody else seems to have a chair while I am still standing outside.

It means belonging.

Maybe that's what I want more than anything now.

Not the dramatic parts.

I've had enough dramatic parts to last several lifetimes.

Give me Tuesday afternoon.

Give me two laptops at opposite ends of a table.

Give me errands.

Give me a grocery list.

Give me "I'm going outside to fix this."

Give me "I'm going to finish this email."

Give me a cup of coffee that gets cold because we both forgot about it.

Give me comfortable silence.

Give me the freedom to occupy the same space without either of us having to perform love for the other.

Give me the ordinary evidence that we actually share a life.

Because anyone can create a beautiful moment.

Belonging is what remains when the moment is over.

I Don't Want Pieces Anymore

For a long time, I thought perhaps I was asking for too much.

Maybe I should appreciate what I was given.

Maybe I should stop needing more.

Maybe intimacy should have been enough.

It isn't.

I don't want access to someone's body without a place in their world.

I don't want extraordinary tenderness followed by ordinary exclusion.

I don't want to be someone's refuge if I cannot also be part of their reality.

I don't want to be important only when someone needs comfort, care, sex, companionship, protection, understanding or somewhere safe to land.

I don't want pieces anymore.

And I don't have a clean exit strategy.

Real life rarely provides those.

Sometimes you recognize that something cannot continue long before you understand exactly how you're going to leave it behind.

That doesn't make the recognition less true.

For the better part of two years, it has felt like I lose another piece of myself every time this particular door closes.

Eventually there won't be enough of me left to keep paying that price.

So maybe "all out" isn't punishment.

Maybe it isn't an ultimatum.

Maybe it is simply what happens when you finally understand that giving someone all of you does not obligate them to make room for you.

But it also doesn't obligate you to keep giving.

I can love someone and still refuse the shape their love requires me to take.

I can believe that what happened between us was real without pretending it was enough.

I can acknowledge intimacy without mistaking it for belonging.

Because I wasn't asking anyone to abandon his life for me.

I was asking to be allowed into it.

I was asking for a place.

I was asking to belong.

And I don't want to be loved in a way that requires me to remain outside the door.

If you need me, I'll be 42 Degrees From Here.

Brandy Lee Novak