The Twenty-Sixth One.
Evening, I was recently having a conversation with someone about polyamory and was asked "I'm guessing at some point you've had to ask yourself if you had the stomach for it?" My immediate reaction in that moment was "Honestly, no, I've never asked myself if I had the stomach for it because I realized quickly that this is who I am and you don't really have a choice in opting out of who you are." That felt very true in that moment, but it's been a couple days since we had this conversation, and it's been rolling around in my brain a lot. I have always struggled in monogamous partnerships- every single one. No matter how much I have loved someone, and I have loved tremendously, it has not kept me from inevitably developing feelings for someone else. I felt inept in monogamy, broken, confused. Every example of love set before me said that if you really loved someone you'd love only them. Did that mean I didn't actually love my partner...