55days

I was hoping like hell to see him this week. Went on a limb and asked too. But that went to shit in a hand basket. It’s been 55 days since I seen him and rules changed. Pretty much everything I expected and saw coming has unfolded. New to poly seems to fallow a predictable path, i know better than to mess with people just finding poly.

Yeah my heart hurts. Worse than I expected. But I’m grateful for the truth. I find real people such a rare thing in my life. Especially around here. And i hope a friendship can be had after all thats about all I had anyhow.

I feel others placed labels as a way to make them feel better, and that unfairly gave me security and false hope. Massive false hope really.

I need a broom to pick up the peices as my heart breaks in to smaller peices each time. And of course when it rains it pours, so this isnt the only thing hurting me