Okay then

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 3^rd 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.