Montana is great. She really is.
The other night my two youngest were hanging out in my room before they went to bed, and out of the blue, Georgia says, “Is SMF dating anyone else besides you and CC?”
It’s been four years, and while there have been other partners here and there, none have been involved with my children as another partner of Special Man, besides CC. “Yes. He’s dating Montana. Remember her? She’s been to poly potluck a couple of times.”
“Wait,” Leo said, with his hands up. He paused, I paused, and I thought ok, here comes a big philosophical question about polyamory…or sex…or feelings…I’m ready… bring it!
He looked at me and said, “I’m not being rude (oh-oh) … but does she have cancer?”
Well that threw me.
“Her hair is really, really short.”
“Ah. Well, yes, she keeps her hair very short. She likes it like that.”
And that was that.
We moved on to brushing teeth and saying goodnight. It was a complete non-issue. Polyamory is just something we do.
It was a nice moment.