There wasn't much of a party
Nyla and I made the conscious decision, when we fully realized that we were poly, to only tell a select group of people. Everyone else could just be left in the dark. My best friend, Steg, was the first, followed closely by Nyla's sister and my brother. For a long time, they were the only ones who knew. They were really the only ones we cared to tell because for us, it was somewhat of a private matter. I knew, though, that I would eventually want to tell my dad, which was going to be very tough.
So nearly a year after we "came out", I told my dad. It took a few very brief conversations while I was visiting for Father's Day, and then a long letter sent to his office (so as not to alert my step-mom, who very well could have gone a little bonkers over this). After a week of not hearing from him, I was a little worried. So this past Sunday, I called him.
Good news: he's totally cool with it. It's hard to put into words the immense amount of relief that gives me. No other person in the world could accept what my lifestyle choice is now, and I wouldn't care. My father means a great deal to me - and even more so his opinions. He's a good guy, and he's helped me through a lot of rough times.
There hasn't been much in the way of celebration, though. I guess I had thought there might be, because it is a big deal to both Nyla and I to have come out and be accepted. It's an odd thing the emotion that drives us to be accepted. When it all comes down to it, we still have one another, and that is the most important thing. Yet we still thrive on the knowledge that other people understand and empathize with our existence. I guess that's just part of human nature. We're social creatures, and that comes through in moments like these.
