I had someone comment on Hobbiton today mentioning that she wasn’t seeing people with happy poly relationships talking about them, but she was seeing discussion of the unhappy ones and that she was beginning to despair, except for another poly writer and myself.
While I hadn’t really considered this weekend good column fodder, it involved what good poly relationships can look like, so I figured I’d do a post about it so you can see how this works.
We start the weekend going to pick up my daughter. She and her mother had moved recently and she wanted to go to a local event in our town to be able to see some friends from her old home. On the way, I get a text. Now, I might be crazy, but I’m not insane enough to text and drive. So I get The Prince to take a look at my phone and see what’s up. It was from FWB wanting to arrange a visit and suggesting a date. I asked The Prince if he had anything planned for the time period that might interfere. He said no, so I asked if he’d text FWB agreeing to the date.
We pick up our daughter, have some dinner and head home. It’s late, so everyone goes to bed.
The next morning, we Clean All the Things, go grocery shopping, and drop off a bag of canned, boxed stuff, and diapers at the local food pantry – usual Saturday morning stuff. Cleaning All the Things takes less than half the time it usually does, due to an extra pair of hands. Ditto on the shopping. Teenagers are amazingly wonderful creatures.
The Prince’s girlfriend, Mme Bernhardt, was due to come over that evening, and he also had a radio show he was hosting, so what with that and the kids’ outing, I decided to whip up some pizzas for all of us for dinner. After that, the kids went out and The Prince disappeared to prep for his show. Mme Bernhardt needed a dress for a film shoot the next day, so we went shopping to find something that would match her favorite shoes. Yes, yes, most people would look for shoes to match a dress, but hey…
We had a good time doing some shopping and found a gorgeous dress for her. We came back in time to hear some of The Prince’s show and await the return of the kids. We had dirty martinis, and after the kids drifted back in, we played some Wii Sports Resort. I arrogantly declared I was going to whip Mme Bernhardt’s butt at Wakeboarding only to be humbled by having my score nearly doubled. You’d think I’d learn…
The next day, The Prince made us all breakfast, then he and Mme Bernhardt went off to the set. About a half an hour later, I get a text saying that Muscle Boy should be there because it would be good experience for him. So I herd the kids to the car and drop him off to go be a padawan. My daughter and I spend the afternoon getting a new power adapter for her computer, and just generally hanging out.
The shoot ran late but not too badly, so we were all able to sit down to dinner together before we had to get our daughter home.
This is what poly can look like when there’s not a great deal of foolishness or drama going on. Poly writers tend not to write about this stuff because when things are going well, it’s… just life. You don’t really think about it. I wasn’t planning to write this at all, except for a comment which prompted it.
Which prompts something else. What’s your happy poly story?
 From OLQ. Since OLQ has broken up, she lives with her mother, but we’re lucky enough that we can continue a relationship.
 Our area has had it rough due to flooding. We didn’t used to do that EVERY week, but are doing it more often for now.
 I know, big shock.