Let me tell you why poly sucks, folks. And it does. No, no, no don't try to argue with me. Just read. We'll get to your counter arguments later, I promise. Poly sucks because you are no longer the ONLY love in your partners life. Someone else now shares their heart. You have had to gather up all of your clutter and mess and scooch it over to make room for this new love of his/hers (for the sake of ease, I shall base my example on my own sitch - me, my husband and his gf. It's easier than using an open example and having to constantly that slashy shit). I'm speaking metaphorically of course, unless your partners girlfriend is actually physically moving in to your house. (oof, that's a topic for a whooooole other post!) No, I mean moving in to his heart. Still with me? Good. It's hard because, up until recently, you were the only one who occupied that space in his heart. It was roomy, you could spread out, arrange things the way you wanted, and could...
Real, raw, funny, infuriating and likely to be laced with a fair amount of profanity. Here lie my musings, observations, confessions and incoherent rants. Please enjoy at your own risk.