One of the things I have tried to do here is being unflinchingly honest. I try to tell the truth, maybe ESPECIALLY, about the things that I feel might make me look bad. I accidentally found this to be a part of my niche in writing a blog. So here goes.
I’m lonely once in a while. It’s hard to be here sometimes and I don’t like it. The price of loving someone who loves someone else is that they need to spend time with them. Traveler and Quinky Girl need nights together. Duh. Generally this is awesome. I like some alone time in my week. I can count on one hand the times Traveler and I have spent more than 3 nights a week together, and I can tell you each one was bliss.
But this is a thing us single poly’s can have that our married and cohabitating partners don’t. I didn’t understand this when I was married and I don’t think a lot of partnered poly’s do. Not really.