You guys will never believe what happened to me!
First, I am again sorry I've been away for so long. Part of it is that my laptop still won't let me get on here so I have to keep using this one. But another reason has come up as well, and I've been dying to tell you guys about it. So now I will.
I am now in a polyamorous relationship! For those who might not know what that means, it means I am in a relationship with more than one person. I now have a boyfriend and a girlfriend. I shall now explain how this came about. Names will be changed to protect certain parties who are in the closet or are no longer in our lives.
My marriage to Wayne began in 09...shortly after that I met John. He and I became friends pretty much instantly because he was a goofball with many of the same interests as I. However, that's all it was, was a platonic friendship. I had a husband I had no intention of cheating on, and John was four years younger than me.
One major interest John and I had in common was a love for Gary Oldman. We'd both seen him in lots of movies and marvelled at his talent. I'd gone on a Gary kick a couple years before and had collected a lot of his movies, so I shared them with John. That cemented his love for Gary and ever since then he's been my Gary Oldman buddy.
About a year or so after we met, John began dating Velma, a young woman about a year older than himself. They dated for a little bit, but then to broke up because her upbringing was even more religiously strict than mine, an John's a pretty staunch nonbeliever.
The years went by and my marriage became stale, but I still kept true to Wayne. I had found myself, however, becoming a little attracted to John. He'd grown his hair long, was (still is) a musician and has beautiful hands with long slender guitar fingers. After realizing I'd become attracted to him, he started dating a woman name Mari. This make me a tiny bit sad, but I was still married, so I was happy for John and his new lady.
She was nice enough at first, and always nice to me even though she liked to use me as a taxi service. Neither she nor John drove (John can drive, but has no working car). I would pal around with them, because I like hanging out with John. Soon, though, Mari decided they should move to Ohio because she had outstanding warrants against her name (not sure what for), so she wanted to go and do her time and be reunited with her little daughter.
After visiting friends in Frankfort one summer, Wayne and I went an move in with friends in Stamping Ground. Those who've been friends with me for a long time know how much I hated Stamping Ground, so I won't go into that. Suffice it to say, it sucked...so while we were there, Wayne and I decided to get divorced and it happened two years later.
I stayed by myself for a whole year and a couple months. It was okay, I learned to be somewhat self sufficient even though I've been living with roommates. It's more common than you think though, young people moving in with roommates because the cost of living is so high these days. Anyway, over the time I'd been away from my college town, I found out that Mari went crazy on John in Ohio and accused him of all sorts of things he didn't do and he moved back to KY. I got back in touch with John over the summer and he decided to call me back in June.
We got to talking and it turns out he'd had feelings for me from the first day we'd met He said that all the times he'd come to campus hang out with my group of friends, he'd mostly come just to see me. He'd thought I was interesting and he appreciated my choice of actors and liked the way my mind worked. He told me I' d always been there for him to talk to him when he was down and I was flattered and completely blown away. I told him I always had a soft spot for him too and we began a flirtation.
However, there was just one problem. He'd recently gotten back together with Velma, and the two seemed pretty happy together. So I figured it was just a little flirtation and nothing would come of it. So we went back to just talking back and forth on FB and I went to Fandomfest and had a blast and all like that.
So a few weeks after I got back from Fandomfest, John and I began hatting again on FB and began talking seriously about a relationship. I kept telling him I didn't want to cheat on Velma, and he understood and didn't want to cheat on her either. So he asked her about an open relationship. To his surprise she agree to one! To MY surprise she was excited when he mentioned my name!
The three of us met in town the next day and Velma confirmed it....and we began an open relationship that very day. But the story doesn't end here.
A few weeks later John moved back into my town because he'd been living with his parents. His father helped him move into an apartment owned by Velma's aunt. About a day after he move in Velma revealed that she was excited to let me into the relationship because she'd always been into me as well! That truly surprise me because I didn't think she knew me well enough to be into me. However, that day our open relationship became a polyamorous one.
Velma's a cute lady with short hair and a tomboyish way to her. I've always been drawn to the tomboyish types (seriously, since first grade) . OH, and I've always had a thing for feminine men, and John loves to wear dresses and makeup
You see, dear friends, at the end of my marriage I realized that I didn't want anything traditional ever again. I' d been curious about women for quite some time and I was also curious about poly relationships. Imagine my surprise when I suddenly found myself in one that included a woman!
It's a work in progress, and the three of us have been setting ground rules and are smoothing out insecurities. We're a unit...we're our own support system and it's beautiful, guys, it really is. I love these people with all my heart .
So that's where I've been, folks. I swear I'm not making this up...my life has gotten a whole lot more interesting....and I love it .
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