I’m in the mountains this week. It’s green and lovely, and I can hear myself think. My main thought last week: Poly is hard, y’all. This week? Relationships are hard. Special Man and I broke up. Nothing is ever all good, or all bad. No person, no relationship. But poly is especially hard. Especially whenContinue reading “~Time~”
So this happened: A few days later, this: And today, this: My words are coming back, ever so softly. I don’t have all the answers. My poly is muddy, and I am not so sure of myself anymore. Is poly something you do, or something you are?
I am still here. My voice has gotten quiet, but I hear my whisper getting louder as the days pass. Tonight I sleep. Tomorrow I write.