I think a lot about an old relationship I had in high school. Not because I miss it. Nothing like that. In fact, a lot of the time dating Greg was hell.
But it was, oddly, a hell I couldn’t walk away from.
Part of it I could chalk up to inexperience. » Read more
“Sometimes I think I must be bad at poly,” she says.
“Why do you say that?” I ask.
“I just seem to be having a lot more trouble than any of our other friends. I don’t know. After a while, you start to think there’s something wrong with you.”
I hesitate because I’m not sure how to say this. » Read more