I warned you once, this is twice. Don't worry, you won't be the only person who doesn't read it... And you may be happier for it.
Just when you think life cannot get any wackier... you meet your brand new girlfriend’s husband… with a massive, and fresh, hickey on your neck. Uncomfortable? Right, that does not even begin to cover it.
The bright side is that the poly-amory appears to be for real and not just a smokescreen. I kinda figured that was the case, but this much more visceral evidence certainly settled my mind on that niggling concern. You know, the one that your friends and family are nearly required bring up when you begin to share this sort of information with them. This is in addition to the other reservations they will have on your behalf. They’re not trying to quash your fun; they love you and do not want to see you get hurt.
So here I am, past thirty, once married, a father of a pre-teen boy, semi-professional employee. For all intents and purposes a grown up, but still I look like I was making out with a vegan vampire. I have this purple stippling covering a two inch by three inch section of my neck.
I know that it probably sounds like I’m complaining; I’m really not. I had a very nice time earning those broken blood vessels in my neck, thank you very much, but I did have to go to work today. So I did what you would do for any bruise: I iced it down last night to keep it from getting any worse and put a hot pack on it this morning to try to get the coagulated blood to liquefy and move back into its proper place. Unfortunately, it was so cold out this morning that I brushed off the heat of the water as being exaggerated by the ambient temperature. The end result? By the time I arrived at work, I had covered the hickey with a three by six first degree burn… that failed to hide the hickey! There is a gradient of pasty white (my natural skin color) to pink to red to purple stippling to red to pink to pasty white stretching from just under my ear nearly to my Adam’s apple.
That definitely makes the hickey less glaring. Now, I might as well have taken a Sharpie® and drawn arrows to it. Oddly, though, I’ve been at work for three hours and nobody has said a thing. Yet.
Thirty seconds. I swear, thirty seconds after I typed “Yet.” I walked out of my office and one of the guys points over to my left so I look and he points at my neck for everyone to see. He is one funny mofo.
25 January 2008
Not for those uncomfortable with the fringes of society.
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If it makes you feel any better hun, my family is still coming to terms with the fact that I am also involved in a poly relationship, meaning my Mike, which youve heard about and his wife, though I do not do anything with Kim. To confuse them further was when I added Travis to the equation. My family thought I was just having a fling with a married man who's wife is a lesbian, now they cant grasp why I am with both and not just with Travis.
To confuse me further is Travis's being ok with it all. But noone said Polyamory was easy. True poly isnt about sex though, its about love, and I love them both very much, and so far so good. If you have questions please, feel free to ask and I can hook you up with Mike on yahoo to discuss it since he and Kim have been poly a great deal of time longer then I have been.
~Sky
Polyandry? What's ployarmory?
Enough already! I mean it!
Sky, who said anything about sex? I certainly didn't. I know, I Just checked to be sure. So where is your mind, little sister? Naughty, naughty. Thank you for offering to help me with this new adventure, I may take you up on that.
"Polyarmory" sounds like a PC term for a birth defect where a person has more than the standard number of arms. So enough probably is enough of that.
Polyandry is probably a little too heavy for this, at the moment, since applying it to humans usually require simultaneous marriages. I'm really not ready to start talking about getting married again, since my divorce was final only a month ago.
Today, come to think of it (and looking at a calendar since I like to be precise whenever possible) is the one month anniversary. Thanks for bringing up marriage, anonymous visitor, now I can spend my day reflecting on how I failed my vows. How fun.
Polyamory in simplest terms is where one person finds themselves in love and in a relationship with more then one person. I myself am in a poly relationship where I am in love and am involved with 2 men, Travis and Mike as mentioned above. Mike is also poly as he is married and involved with me, and loves both me and his wife. His wife is also poly but lacks her second partner at the moment.
~Sky
Annonymous person, whoever you are, be careful what you say about that fixed-home-boy you are refering to. That is my brother.
~Sky
Clearly "polyarmory" is the love of multiple weapons. I'd imagine it's rather common. It must be tough to hold true to promises made to your revolver when that shotgun is winking at you from across the bar. And that says nothing of all those blades and cudgels. Stay away from explosives, however, that just ends in tears.
Those aren't tears, ZombieShaq, they're falling droplets of blood from above. Thank you for bringing a little levity to what has clearly become the most evocative post on Brainweevil.com. And thank you to all of the commenters, with a caveat: try to play nice people, everyone is someone's loved one.
Pardon me. What I meant to say was "the most evocative post on brainweeveil.com - so far.
When the other half of the marital reunion shits in your lap, you have but one choice...clean it up, flush it and move on. "You" are not the one who failed. I look back now and can easily see the shit falling around you in a flury...kind of like it is snowing right now. (Reflecting on the latter part of your married years.) I see it as you living out a dream and her living a lie. If all the boo-hoo crap she was flingin was truth, she would not have immediately got herself into a gig with someone...but she did...so all in life she wanted so bad and complained about so frigging often was an absolute lie. She failed. Not you. And I actually loved her and felt genuinely bad for her and miss her. But the truth is out. I have nothing to say to her again...ever...if possible. But you need to take care of one more detail. git-r-dun... meanwhile...go ahead...carry on...please be careful.
there were only two people involved in this particular marriage that anonymous is talking about there are no sides as you do not know all that was said, promised or done. therefor should have NO opionion other than pure concern for the broken hearted, on both sides. love never goes the way it seems in a book, life is not a fantasy. she may have moved on quickly which was her choice ever think maybe shit happens whether intentional or not. mind your own business let things move on as they should pain, sorrow and eventually happiness. repeatedly bringing this sad subject up does nothing for anyone except bring everyone down and make you look like a bigger bitch.
All right people, this is getting a little out of control. I'm declaring a moratorium on this blog entry's comment section. All further comments on it will be rejected. Furthermore all future comments that actively (in my opinion) disparage someone will be rejected.
This obviously does not apply to my own posts, as this is my blog and I'll say whatever I want.
Everyone that I know of who comments here has access to a blog of their own, so if you want to be catty, go play in your own sandbox. This is supposed to be though provoking, not incendiary.
Oh, and if Zombie posts here I cannot control his stuff.
That was supposed to say "thought provoking" but I missed the second "t". OK, let the moratorium recommence.
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