It’s Official…

I’m in a polyamorous relationship with my husband and now a girlfriend, something I never thought would happen.

It happened quite by accident too. The plan was to have a roommate, not a girlfriend. But we hit it off, things happened, and my husband warmed up to the idea when I made it clear I was not going to sacrifice his love for anything.

I guess it stands to reason, but this proves I’m at least somewhat bisexual. The intimacy she and I share is very different, though, and we both have strong inclinations toward men. Still, I find myself falling for her with little reservation. I see a lot of myself in her and she sees much of herself in me.

It’s funny, I often write books with characters stumbling into polyam relationships but never thought it would happen that way for me. I feel doubly blessed even if I’m still keeping it low-key for now.

Like my husband, I don’t think she and I crossed paths in another life. I strongly suspect (for reasons only she and I know) that her most recent lives were probably in Russia or Germany. If I was ever in Russia it was a very long time ago and I have no clear memory.

Frankly, I don’t care. I’m twice-lovestruck here and now and loving every minute.


Why Is This Thing Still Going?

Honestly, why is this blog still going?

I guess I was keeping it on life support until I could get back to Flanders and get some closure. But I doubt that’s going to happen.

I’m wasting my time. This is garbage. I can’t keep bellyaching about something that happened more than a century ago. I’ve got problems here and now. Yeah, it would be nice to go back. I wish I could. But you know what? Shit in one hand and wish in the other. See which one gets full.

I can’t put my life on hold for the frivolous luxury of a trip to Europe that will in all likelihood never come. This blog is less a part of me now than it ever has been. I almost never talk about past life stuff any more.

I don’t know if I can hang it up though. Maybe it’s an old habit that’s tough to break.