Adventures in Polyamville
This weekend polyamory meant sitting awkwardly while he and his wife catch up when she gets home, and I've only just met her.
It involved plans changing after dinner and her girlfriend won't be showing up and now it's the three of us. Awkwardly.
Polyam included their kid screaming whenever he's alone with (awkward) me for the first 24 hours, and loving the scribbles he left in my journal.
It was leaving with a smile on my face and in my heart, because even in all my awkwardness it was a good time.
Polyamory this weekend left my self protective anxiety in a tizzy because rational brain is all for this guy, but my emotional heart is scarred and tired and fierce.
Today polyam meant acknowledging and hearing my anxieties. I found myself considering my feelings and thoughts without fixing them. Within lay healing hurts, hard truths, and even a few boundaries.
Laying in bed tonight my polyamory means fiercely choosing love.









