My wife and I were at a dinner party the other night with some other poly peeps in the area. I found myself out on the patio, listening to my wife discussing her gf with a mutual friend in the kitchen...and I marveled.
I thought back to some of the rockier parts of our journey, times when I was very keen on a non-monogamous lifestyle, and my wife really wasn't...in no small part due to my enthusiasm. There were times I wondered if she'd stay on the journey with me.
And now I was watching her and thinking 'my how things change'. She was talking about her romantic relationship, which has nothing to do with me, and I saw her glow. I'm not always good at reading people, but I'm pretty well attuned to my wife. Have been for a long time. No matter what words she was saying, I could read between the lines of every gesture, the tone of her voice, twitch of her smile...she loves her gf...genuinely cares about her deeply. And she cares for her metamores. I watched her standing there talking and I think it was the first time I saw her as a polyamorous woman. She speaks it, looks it, ....and loves as one.
She gets all shiny whenever she talks about her gf. She makes things for her, gets her little gifts, texts her frequently...basks in the NRE as much as she tries not to. And I love it. I love her for it.
So much for the afterglow...time to go pack for Seattle.