A year ago, I went to bed, happy and fulfilled in my life, at least I thought. I had a crazy dream that night. A dream about X that was anything but platonic. That dream prompted me to message X when I got to work the next morning. And the rest is history, as they say. He introduced me to polyamory, and changed my entire life.
I’ve been poly for a year. I’ve never been so certain about a decision in my life. I am polyamorous. I have had the most amazing year. I fell in love with X and felt the intensity of our connection and loved him so completely. Then it ended. I met A, and we had the weirdest first date ever, with our bizarre coincidences and crazy connection. We friend-zoned and were both happy to do so. I met B, who was a romantic interest in my life for a short time, but has been a steadfast friend as I navigate my divorce and my dating life. Then I started dating D. I fell so madly in love with him, in the most intense and amazing way possible. I had months of a near perfect relationship with him. It ended, in an absolutely awful way, but it doesn’t change how amazing the relationship was. In the meantime, I unintentionally started the incredible relationship I have with A. We embarked on an adventure exploring BDSM together. We supported each other through some pretty shitty times. We turned to each other when the rest of the world was railing against us. We just became who we are together as a couple, while being who we are as individuals. We figured out what worked for us. I met L. We are still working on creating what we want in our relationship together. Committed and cooperative and happy and moving forward together.
My marriage disintegrated. It was awful and conflict-filled and I held on too long. Then I stood up, hopped off the roller coaster, advocated for myself, and moved forward. We are working together to co-parent the most amazing four kids in the world. We have moved forward as adults and our separation is negotiated. I hope that moving forward we’ll work together instead of apart.
I dated. I had coffee dates and dinner dates and drink dates and lunch dates and breakfast dates, and I had first kisses that rocked my world and second dates that ended in disappointment. I had horrible dates and hopeful dates and disappointing dates and a wife messaging me to tell me I had a liar date.
Outside of the poly part of me, I had three grandparents die. My dad was diagnosed with cancer. My sister cut me out of her life in a hail of fire. I lost friends, met new friends, and connected more strongly with others.
I told many people about being polyamorous. All but my sister reacted positively. Nearly all embraced me and my chosen lifestyle completely, asking relevant questions and supporting my choice. Most importantly, my mom supports me and my kids support me. I have told so many people now that I’m almost “out”. Not yet. But one day, I will be. In particular, I came out to G and to my person at work. I made the strongest connections with two women who will always have my back. They are better than having a sister.
I loved. I loved men like I’ve never loved before. My relationship with D only need serve as an example. I’ve never loved someone who wasn’t blood so unconditionally. My love for A is unique too. It’s the first time I’ve submitted to a man worthy of my submission. He’s earned a special respect and love from me. That’s something bigger than I can explain in words. The fact that he doesn’t really ‘get it’ makes it even more important and a little funny too. These loves taught me about the type of love I should have. The type of love I want and the type of love I deserve and the type of love that I shouldn’t accept. Through loving these men and the understanding of what it meant, I loved myself again. I chose to stop sacrificing my happiness. I expected more. I demanded more. I became more. I became a better woman, a better mom, a better partner, a better person. I stood up for myself. I supported the people I love. I became who I’ve always wanted to be.
I cried. I hurt. I raged. I cried some more. I have never felt so broken. I have never felt so confused, hurt, rejected, unloved. I cried as I shed my old me and the new me became.
Today, a year later, I’m happy. Truly, completely, thoroughly, uncomplicatedly happy. My life is full of everything I could possibly want. The most amazing kids, parents who love and support me, friends who accept me unconditionally, partners who accept me for who I am, two fulfilling, challenging, and stimulating jobs, and so much of everything I could ever need.
Happiness came in a form I never expected, because I had a dream.