This one applies to monogamists, too (it's amazing how much of poly living applies to monogamy), but it's sometimes fun to have the spouse gone.
As soon as he left, I missed him. But that didn't stop me from staying up too late, changing some organization to the way I want it, listening to my music (and pretty loudly), eating food that I like, calling people who are more my friends than his, and generally taking care of secondary priorities before they became primary priorities out of the necessity of negligence. It was all fun. It always is.
And a lot of the fun was getting him back. Having had enough of being without the little stuff that reminds me I'm sharing my space (and finding myself acting like him in his absence), and of doing the stuff that makes me me when I'm by myself, getting someone back is like giddily finding someone new, only they already know you.
Too bad I now miss the lover who was here while the spouse was gone.
As soon as he left, I missed him. But that didn't stop me from staying up too late, changing some organization to the way I want it, listening to my music (and pretty loudly), eating food that I like, calling people who are more my friends than his, and generally taking care of secondary priorities before they became primary priorities out of the necessity of negligence. It was all fun. It always is.
And a lot of the fun was getting him back. Having had enough of being without the little stuff that reminds me I'm sharing my space (and finding myself acting like him in his absence), and of doing the stuff that makes me me when I'm by myself, getting someone back is like giddily finding someone new, only they already know you.
Too bad I now miss the lover who was here while the spouse was gone.
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