Oh, golly, I thought. Here we go again:
Up to this point, you see, my new colleague and I had been getting on famously. But now she had spotted the wee display of family photos at my desk. She leaned forward. "So this is your lovely wife?" Yes. "Nice. And your little boy, of course." Of course. (Pause. Here it comes.) "So who's this other lady?"
This was where I had to tell her something that could get any reaction, from disgust or dismay right through to the northwards-shooting eyebrows and accompanying saxophone.
I took a breath.
But then, miracle of miracles, she went on: "Is she your girlfriend?"
Gosh! I was off the hook. She not only knew about polyamory, but she had taken it in her stride without blinking. I was so grateful that I virtually fell on her neck:
"Thanks for making that so easy for me! Yes, she is my girlfriend, but I usually have to explain it. And that can be excruciating, believe me. Again, thank you!"
She gave me a look.
"Actually," she said, "I was just kidding."
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True story, that. Welcome to my site. I'm a bloke who shares time with my wife Vee, our little boy, and with my girlfriend Terisa who lives nearby with her two primary partners. We're kinda known for it. This blog is where I'll bring you scenes from the pond-like tranquility of our family. Why are you snickering?