“Are you going out this week?” Asks my friend

“Nope, things aren’t okay on his side” I say

“what’s with you, your so understanding towards others” she thinks im on another dead end path

“Ive been there… Both sides actually” I shrug

“So you have a map you know how to make it work?” *i laugh*

“Everyone’s poly is different, and I’m not pushing anyone any direction.” I explained

Laughing she asked me “what is it about him? You learned with tower not to hold on to broken things. You learned memories tend to become sweeter than whats really going on with wolf. You should have feelers out for someone new before this ends and breaks you.”

*sigh* “it’s not like a toy. I dont just replace it with a new toy when its not working. I cant even say this isn’t working. I am still on cloud nine. The effort is being made that makes me feel valued and important. Nothing worth value is easy nor, is life ever fucking easy. For anyone, especially me. He still lights me up. Without a single touch. It’s kinda out of his control, I dont really wanna talk to new people… I’ll see it through whatever comes of it.”

But i will admit. It kinda sucks

Crazy?!?

Yes I know I am.
I tend to be far more patient with those that capture my attention than I probably should but EFFORT matters to me. oh, how the smallest of things make my heart flutter.  Life has thrown me so many curve balls and tested me more than the average person. I mean I wasn’t even supposed to be here.
Those that know my inner thoughts think I am walking down a dead end road. Im so thankful hubby supports my choices to wait things out. I kinda thought this might be a dead end road when I first set foot on this path. but i took a chance, one I am thankful for, i almost missed the turn. But some adventures are unmapped, calling out to our souls by name, and making no promises at what we might discover, the enormous joy or even new lessons learned about ourselves. IF this adventure turns out to be just a dead end road, i can say the last 5 months i have smiled and laughed brighter than i have in a while and I will simply pick up my mess and keep moving forward with fond memories to add to my story. I hope to add much more to this adventure.. all in time but until dust can settle, and bridges are secured enough to cross safely, I’ll enjoy the adventure. 

When hes weird and silly and does things like this to make you smile & laugh.

Doing the right thing sucks

*sigh* but I understand how feelings could be hurt. Given certain circumstances, its important focus, so i do whats right. *pout* I enjoy talking to you, more than you even know, but your attention belongs else where tonight. Gotta play fair or we dont get to play. I hope wholeheartedly that things went well.

*giggles* saw this last night while out with 🐝..perfect right?!?. the only reason my coffee loving sassy self didnt get it was the other side says “queen bee” and that didnt set well with me at all. Still makes me smile… im still BUZZing from last night.

8.10.17.
I took the long way home.
I had too calm down before i could go home. The fireworks in the pic feel fitting. (Pic snagged from web) Even my fitbit shows HR spikes. *giggles*🙄

Tonight, was great. I wont write my thoughts everytime. But i try, because i like knowing how things evolve looking back.

When I got home walked in the house tonight i couldn’t help but smile. I respectfully try to hide some of the NRE,
“Your home early”
I did my normal routine. Sat down. Hubby asked how my night was and I sighed. I was beyond impressed, speechless even. Somethings floored me *giggles* hes definitely got this Rubix cube figured out.😳
The high Im on, makes me forget how scared i am of getting hurt again. But fear is normal, we have to be vulnerable to be open to receive joy and other positive enotions, no selective numbing. Maybe because the chemistry between him and I is something i havnt found in years. You cant fake chemistry. While Its hard to behave, if i had to, i WOULD just to spend time with him, our conversations flow from heart felt topics, laughter, crude jokes, and genuine concern for each others lives and family’s… he makes me feel like an awkward teenager nervous, yet ridiculously happy. I never expected to care, so much. I dont regret that i do because meeting chemistry like this is been rare in my life. 😏🙂😁

I havnt been this kind of happy in a long time. But i really like this BUZZ😏🐝

Late night ramblings

When you give someone access to read through some of your raw emotions, late night cant sleep thoughts & “mental vomit” you tend to look back over things yourself. Maybe a small amount of What The Fuck did i just open myself up too. 😂🤣

Reading back through things i shared here, mainly for myself, but other poly peeps too. I shared things from my past before 2016, new things as they unfolded into nothingness, and relationships that where toxic from the start. I read about lessons, changes, triggers, and flaws. HOW I LET PEOPLE TREAT ME. 🙁Ugh.

I belive this October will be 9 years of poly lifestyle for me. (Maybe actually ten yrs i need to look that up) September will be one year of blogging, What a ride its been, Oh, how i have learned and grown. Reading back over each post i remember where my head, heart, and feelings were, mental and phyical health, as well and stressors at that time.
Not every quote or clipart was directed at someone, but the ones that were captured that moment.

I can see clearly NRE mistakes, I was so damn forgiving, and so damn scared to be unapologeticly myself, i wouldn’t ask for limits, or boundaries, nor express my wants or needs, i didnt advocate for myself. I tip-toed hot topics in fear of being the one who fell to hard, wanted too much or cares to much… BUT just yesterday, on the beach, i got a “thinking of you” text, i call my ex out on his “thinking of you” bull shit. 💩 Think of me all you want, because memories of what you had, is all your getting.🖕 I should have been done with that game in march!

Yet have zero regret, why? Because I learned a lot in the last 9 mths. About terms, local poly community, other peoples ploycules, and other forms of poly, and most importantly about myself. 💪
Coming out to my daugter, out to more friends, jeffs interest in communicating with metas , and just being more comfortable in my own skin, less ashamed of being poly in general.🙃
So many layers of broken peices, from my up bringing, fueled the lack of self-advocating. Some day I’ll find ALL the parts of myself, that my mother convinced me i wasnt never good enough to love, and let go of them. It still shocks me every time i find new shards. 🙁

Looking foward…..
I knew I wanted transparent communication.
I wanted to be unapologetically me, flaws and all,
no tip toes,
no games,
just me,
my taped together heart,
my glued together soul.

I’ve said for years im an open book, ask an I’ll tell, but i guess in the last 10yrs no one ever really asked to see the messy side before. Until recently. 😊😶🙄🙂😏
Im going to continue to be me. Listen to those around me when they see me accepting less than im worth, Because so far those that matter and know the real me dont mind. And i need more real people in my life.

Currently, Im over the moon, “🎶dancing in the mirror and singing in the shower🎶” kind of happy. And im just gunna roll with that. 😁👌😊

8 yrs of being poly, and i never been asked before like that. My face hurts from smiling, kinda sums it up. If i was alone i probably would have jumped up and down. This was where I was. Today was awesome on so many levels.
8.5.17

Labels…

I have a conversation that i need to have. And im not scared or worried about its out come, for a change.

Labels provide me with language & terminology that easily allows me & others to understand where or what exactly my relationship with someone is. it lets me know that we are equally invested in what ever we are doing. clear lines lol {there seems to be a pattern here} It also give me a since of comfort and securities that we are both* on the same page. (*both can also include primary partners thoughts)

I feel labels should be applied after all parties involved have discussed what exactly those labels mean to them and agree on the accuracy of them. A lack of communication on the label can really hurt someone. misunderstanding the importance or involvement one expects or wants with labels.
Bottom line, make sure your labels are accurate for everyone and your intentions are clear.

Been over 10 yrs since i went to a bar/night club. Little hick country bars where i knew the barteneders were my last nights out like that… 2006. Tonight was a LGTB club, But who the invite was from tonight got me out of my comfort zone.
I had a lot of fun havnt been THAT nervous in a long time. (Feb maybe… it was close)
But getting to see him was my highlight, the eye candy for me was him. Even the circumstances, totally worth it.
his effort never goes un-noticed.
Still smiling like im guilty of something. But im pretty sure its because someone used a GF label in refranced to me. 😏 would totally go again. Especially if rules, were clearer

the high, the bubbles, the butterflies. *swoon*😏🙃😌

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