When I told my boyfriend/best friend a while ago that I thought I was either asexual or demisexual, he was unexpectedly extremely okay with it. He didn’t really understand at first, but even after I explained it all he was concerned about was how I felt about him—since that hadn’t changed, nothing else really mattered. It was comforting; I’d read so many stories about asexuality breaking up relationships before that I’d already braced myself for what I thought was the inevitable. Instead, I was pleasantly surprised.
Just putting it out there.