I once transitioned a relationship successfully, but the circumstances were different from yours.
Once upon a time, about nine years ago, my girlfriend MightyCupcake came to me to have a serious conversation. She and I had been in a romantic relationship for about three years at this point. We were living together (along with my husband, MonkeyMan, and his best friend, Em). We hadn’t had sex in awhile, and I had recently gotten pregnant.
MightyCupcake was incredibly dear to me. In a time of chaos and change, she had been my calm oasis. Her strength and self-sufficiency were my model, as I ended a loving but codependent thirteen year partnership. She was my game changer.
So when she came to me, and admitted that she would be happier ending the sexual side of our relationship permanently, it was sad, and difficult. I struggled with my feelings for weeks. But her friendship was the most important thing to me, and I was willing to work hard to preserve it.
We made it through that transition. Since then we’ve stopped living together. She has gotten engaged to Dynamo (a great guy whose company I very much enjoy). And many, though not all, of the romantic overtones of our relationship have faded away with time. But we still live across town from each other. We make time to hang out every week. And I consider her my best friend.