Monday, November 15, 2010

Primary

She'll never let go of him. Seems sweet as sugar. Deceit and false pretences.

At the beginning she said she had a primary.

Maybe she did. Sort of.

My man was to be her secondary. In our first foray into poly.

But within 2 weeks it became clear that her primary was irrelevant and that my primary was becoming hers.

I resisted it. Fought against it. Furiously.

That wasn't the deal I signed up for.

He said "Poor thing. She needs love."

She'll never let him go. Seems sweet as sugar. He won't hear a word against her. Deceit and false pretenses.