I wish there was more room in media for admitting that one's romantic partner is not always the most important person in one's life. And not that shitty copout approach where a person gets super irrationally jealous and then is validated when their partner is like "oh, babe, that's just my best friend! they mean nothing to me! you, my romantic partner of two months who somehow never met any of my friends or family before today? you are my most important person."
Like I want more "you light up when this other person walks into the room... and I have no right to be upset because that's your ten-year-old sister". But no, it's always instead written like "no worries, babe! you are more important than even my own darling family I'm just supporting my little sister until she gets her own romantic partner to fill in for me!" and that's just super fucking weird. There's this prevailing belief that if a relationship is more intense, then there is some inherent sexual nature to it. Once you're pursuing or in an active romantic relationship, you're not permitted to find joy with other people anymore. Your happiness belongs to someone else, now. You must purge yourself of all earthly attachments... except for your boyfriend, Steve.
