Experienced my first poly break up last weekend.
Was expecting to be really hurt and to feel really sad. What I actually feel is a whole lot of relief mixed with a little melancholy sadness.
Am also very happy to go away with Ren for the weekend. It's something we do so well together: travel, explore, find good places to eat, be in a strange environment together. I've been housesitting for a friend and am meeting my husband at the station tomorrow. Am kind of nervously excited about the trip.
early forties, straight.