I remember the day that my parents told me that they were polyamorous. For weeks, I had picked up hints that things weren’t quite what they seemed. I noticed my mother being a little more than friendly to other men, and that we had company a lot more regularly. At the time, my 11 year old mind came up with 2 possible conclusions: either my mother was cheating on my dad and he was pretending not to notice, or my parents were divorcing. As the weeks passed, I became more and more sure that my parents were getting a divorce. I even told my older brother my suspicions. When my father called my older brother and I (my little brother was too young to have been able to understand) into the living room for a discussion, I just knew that it was to break the news about the divorce. What a relief I felt when they actually explained that they were polyamorous and explained what that actually meant. They assured me that they were still very much in love, and that they believed this actually strengthened their relationship. They talked about how they believed their type of relationship still fit into the Christian beliefs, but that there was a social stigma against poly relationships so I wasn’t allowed to bring it up to people, especially in church. After relaying this to my brother and I, they assured us that they loved us, and that if we had any questions or concerns that they would do their best to answer them with an age-appropriate response. That, my friends, was my first introduction to the poly community!