“I’m never going to be a 'good' polyamorous person,” I confessed to my soon to be ex-boyfriend. He took my hand, eyes filled with compassion.
The most important facet of any relationship is that everyone be treated with kindness and respect. Hierarchical terms do not accomplish that.
Am I polyamorous? Am I just f*cked up from all the things in my past? Was I just so sexually repressed, that I just need to fulfill this need before I can "settle down" and have a normal relationship?
All across America, in sleepy suburbs just like yours, moms are hiding secrets.