Last
week my blog post was all about my current relationship, how much I
love it, and how much I did not want it to change. That night we broke
up.
Well played, Universe, well played.
So, this week I am at a bit of a loss in terms of what to write. This is my 3rd
break-up in less than a year (fourth if you consider that I just broke
up with a couple). And it is the second time in two months that I am
going through this. I am a wee bit tired, and slightly shell-shocked. I
figure it is time to take stock a bit.
I
am not someone who hopes to forget past relationships or remove those
people from my life. If I have loved someone I do not see how it would
be possible for them to no longer be a part of my world. I am still
friends with the ex from 7 months ago, still very good friends with the
ex from 2 months ago, and the relationship with the two most recent exes
is working on becoming whatever kind of friendship it is going to
become—but for the moment, anyway, I will still be a bridesmaid in their
wedding.
This
basically means that at the end of all of this I have four people in my
life who have shared time, and
space, and energy, and love with me. I have four people who have seen
behind the curtain and gotten to really know me. I have
four people who have taught me a ridiculously varied number of things,
and who will, I am sure, continue to teach me for years to come—and I
have four people who are a permanent part of my ever-expanding poly web.
I can live with that.