Vacations
Our poly quad is taking our yearly big vacations separately for the first time in our 6.5 year relationship. I’m told that that’s healthy to do. Pffffft. Whatever.
A and R (I switched from the kitschy Friends themed names to initials; I’m married to D, my boyfriend is R, who is married to A, who is my husband’s GF) are leaving tomorrow morning with their adult kids and son in law for Ireland. They’ll be gone a week. I’m super excited for them; they’ve really been looking forward to this. I try not to be clingy, but fuck, it’s going to be hard. Communication will be tough, as they’ll be 6 hours ahead of us and busy with their family. I’m trying to think of things to do to keep me and my mind busy this week. We have some dinners with friends, so that helps…I guess?
D and I are headed to Thailand for 2 weeks in November with some of our friends from the gay bar. I’m looking forward to it and dreading it all at the same time. I’ve never been apart from R for a week, let alone 2. And we’ll be 12 hours ahead, completely flip flopped days and nights. Of course I want to go to Thailand, but I don’t think I’d cry if it were canceled for some reason.
Sigh. So this is new ground we’re breaking, being apart 7 days and on different continents. There’s other ground I’d rather be breaking, tbh. Ah well, absence makes the heart grow fonder, I’m also told.













