This started as a fun post about how I’m enjoying the way I’ve been dating lately, but then I dug into why.
This started as a fun post about how I’m enjoying the way I’ve been dating lately, but then I dug into why.
I’ve been having a rough time with confidence recently, but today is hype day. I’m going to maximize the megalomaniacal ego I normally keep (perhaps too) subdued and brag about myself for an entire post.
I posted this anonymously on a polyamory support discussion group on social media.
I participate in a group called Apartners where we share stories and methods for living separately from our romantic partners.
The groups with poly+mono people are full of monogamous people who feel like they have to “do all the work” in the relationship.
What happens when a real-life performance comes to an end? After wearing a cheerful mask for a while, I have some lingering regret.
Everyone keeps asking me, but I don’t know what to tell them. Being a husband isn’t really any different than being a boyfriend. Why do others think it is?
Some sociology and relationship experts (whatever those are) assert that no one will ever experience the passion and excitement of their first relationship again, and that they should completely forget their first relationships. As much as this feels like common sense to me, I feel resistant to the notion.