Feb 23 2026 6
My feelings about polyamory were complicated and strange and I knew I needed more from a relationship than what I had but I didn’t know how to do it, because I could not demand my [ex]wife to fulfill needs she did not want to fill. Our ways of loving did not mesh and I wanted something different. I legitimately wanted to leave, but I felt that it would be bad to do so, and I DID have feelings for my wife that were deeper than anything I had ever felt before. We were in a codependent relationship, after all, feeding into one another, and she cared for me during the worst parts of my life until she BECAME the worst part of my life. When I said “Let’s talk about polyamory”, I intended it to be a long, long conversation about it, a group effort to find a third that could fill both of our needs. I never intended to imply I wished to date X, but Y just looked at them one day and said, “hey, let’s date.” And then they held hands and were instantly close. It was so sudden it felt like it went on for years and I had no idea. They wanted to kiss and touch and be together 5ever and only just. Decided to date. I spent literally the whole day going, “Huh?”
And it hurt, gods, it hurt. I yelled and I cried and I told them I wasn’t cool with it, but hey, you’re reading these comics now.
Anyway, that’s enough bad feelings. I’m going to play video games and drink hot cocoa.