A Friend of the Family
As I hung up the phone with my sister, I flopped back onto my bed, letting my cell drop to the ground as I did. We had just spent the better part of two hours bitching about how horrible the dating scene is, and how it’s so much more difficult to navigate when you aren’t a run of the mill romantic. Polyamory is a taboo subject, as many believe one, lifelong commitment is how every life should be lived, and that if you truly love someone, there is no possible way your eyes could wander.....except that is complete bullshit. A couple years back, after a brutal end to an ‘open relationship’ where I was the hinge (I had a boyfriend and girlfriend, but neither was involved with nor liked the other partner) I had come to the realization that I had so much love to give, and regardless of who I was with, I could not help but develop feelings for others....which made me come to the bigger realization that monogamy was not what I wanted in my love life. Who was I to buckle down and commit to one, ignoring my connections to those special energies that clearly sought me out in this crazy, divine world? At the very least, I was done being with people who kept me from loving as I see fit.
My phone rings from the floor, snatching me just before I slip into unwanted memories...it’s my boyfriend, and that brings a smile to my face.
I answer quickly, already knowing he’ll sense my frustration before I can finish my sentence. M and I have been together for about a year and a half, and I couldn’t ask for a better nesting partner to travel this rocky road called life with. He truly has more patience than any man I have ever known, and has never once made me feel shame for loving more than just him. Not only has he been supportive, he has encouraged me to put myself out there, and has always been right there to turn and cry to when my heart gets shattered. I am constantly sending silent thanks to the Goddess above for blessing me with finding another piece to my soul, and he has shown me that letting your guard down can lead to some of the most magical experiences the universe holds. Before we hang up, I let him know the original reason for my sister’s phone call was to invite us to a small family dinner tomorrow to celebrate me turning 21, and that we’re expected in fancy clothes and shiny attitudes at 8 PM sharp....no excuses! He chuckles and kisses me through the receiver before hanging up to get back to work.
It’s my birthday!!! 21 years ago today, I made my appearance into this crazy world, and what a rollercoaster it has been from the very beginning. I daydream for a while as I continue getting ready, unable to decide between the long, figure hugging, sparkly purple gown with the plunging neckline (gotta show off the girls of course!) or the crystal blue, knee length flowy thin strapped A-line with a V neck. As I put on the finishing touches of makeup, my eyes settle on the purple gown and instantly knowing that is the one meant for me, I slip it on and check my reflection just once before grabbing my keys to rush out the door for dinner.
'SURPRISE!'
I wake up still drunk, and nothing but those eyes on my mind. I can't quite place what has got me in a daze, but I knew without a doubt that whoever this pocket sized peach is was destined to be a part of my life, one way or another.....and I damn well intended to make it happen. I open one eye slightly to peak at the time on my phone and groan when I realize it's halfway through the morning and the day has started without me.....fuck it, this weekend is all about fun and celebration, and I certainly deserved to be lazy in bed until I felt like moving. After about an hour of being a bum, I decide it was time to drag my ass to the shower and wash the remnants of the party off before giving my sister a call to jump start the search for this force of nature I needed to know.
