The heart with its valves and ventricles is a mysterious thing. If we could, we would make fewer bad attachments (you’d hope, anyway). It’s true that you can’t choose who you fall in love with. Would I have stood my ground or made myself small and fit into his life? He wasn’t a bad guy, but I am glad he left when he did. I once dated someone who often told me that I “need to pursue something more practical.” I often wonder if horses would be an important part of my life if he were still in it.

No matter how cringy, whispers of the lover who is weirdly jealous of their partner’s horse have floated in the rafters of every barn I have ever been in. They don’t understand how you could love something other than them, especially something so big, smelly, and oddly fragile. The one who turns to you and says, “pick me or the horse.” Deep in their envy, this person doesn’t like the money spent or the time put in. There is a fable among equestrians of the jealous significant other.

He is not a horse person but understands that joy translates across passions. Lately, he has listened to me prattle on about the status of my new mare. He and I have a running joke where I will describe what I learned in my dressage lesson to help him fall asleep.

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