A few months can feel like an eternity and sex plus love can be madness.
Mr. Man and I dipped our toes into the poly waters and it has ended badly. I won't recount it here as its too complicated, personal, and I don't have the stomach for it. Suffice it to say that things have been rocky. People fell in love and acted out of character. Serious health issues came to the forefront. Trust was broken.
The situation was never ideal and continued to worsen as time went on and yet, no one opted out until things truly blew up and were unable to be patched back together. The good outweighed the bad until it just couldn't anymore.
I'm struggling with some serious wanderlust and questioning things that I always thought were certain. Mr. Man and I are putting the breaks on our open relationship. Permanently? I have my doubts, but that's not a question that I have to know the answer to right now. For the moment, we try to pick up the pieces and stumble along.