This is again just a diary entry as much as anything else, so don’t be expecting some great thought out theoretical perspective!
I just really want to document for future me what happened last night. That I had my biggest poly fears brought up with an existing lover getting together with someone new, whilst I simultaneously had lovely connections and snuggles with poly friends.
There can be an assumption that being poly means I don’t feel jealous – I wish that were true! But just like I can be scared of travelling on my own, or feel challenged by writing a masters dissertation, or feel achey and exhausted and cold and tired on a long Scottish hike, being poly is not all blue sky and effortless but I still choose to embark on it.
Just now I am dealing with a relatively new sweetie (18 months) beginning his first new affair. I seemed…
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