Polyamory married and dating cancelled
I thought about this Saturday because of a woman I met and talked with.
She’s consumed with trying to make a decision that will affect the rest of her life.
There was another woman who I’d had a very odd relationship with before I let myself meet and date the first woman.
The second woman was something of a “project.” Her life had been a mess when I met her, and I had invested a tremendous amount of time in “rescuing” her.
Life doesn’t come with convenient signposts letting us know which is the path to happiness and which is the path to misery, so we’re stuck taking blind gambles. And we frequently end up with regrets that we carry to our graves.
Sometimes we have chances to change mistaken choices we’ve made. But all along the way, we’re guessing and hoping, no matter how much thinking and reasoning we bring to bear on our choices.
Although the specifics of her story are very different from what happened to me, the feelings she described were enough to remind me of where I was four years ago this month. She has two men who want to marry her, but she can’t decide what to do.
I know you see this walking out with no remorse as a big fuck you, a huge rejection of the wonderfulness that is you, but that would be assuming that they give a shit.
I knew she was going to be hurt, but I had no idea what the night was going to be like.
I felt terrible telling her that I was going to marry someone else.
Not that the operatic remorse, crocodile tear cheaters aren’t cold too, but the abandoning cheaters are polar-vortex-Lake-Michigan-in-February-ice-ice-baby COLD.
They will appear all nice and human-like until their cake situation is restored.