Coming Out Poly

Nyla and I have always had a solid relationship. It's one of the things most people comment about when they meet us. We interact well; we communicate well; we "fit", as it were. But, like most married couples, we have our issues. Only, we're not like most married couples, so our issues aren't really the typical issues.

Over the past few days, Nyla, Elle, and I have been in a round of debates over a particular topic: time. Or, rather, I should say time management. So my resolution - I suppose it's a New Year's one considering the proximity - is to keep a better calendar.

December 1, 2007, a date which will live in infamy. Alright, so it wasn't catastrophic - which I had envisioned - but two days later there have already been raised some questions. My co-worker, Logan, and his wife, Diana, ended up not being able to attend the party (much to my chagrin and adding to my anxiety). So Elle and I had to go it alone. But we did alright. There were a few raised brows, a number of questioning looks as people tried to process "this is my girlfriend" and reconcile it with "my wife and I went to dinner last night".

I like happy people. I especially like when I can make people happy. And it hurts - more than anyone can imagine - when I do something to make them unhappy. Or even when I seem not to be doing something. This is a bit of a touchy subject, I suppose, but a few things need to be said about it.