Frank Smith
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2 loves
I just recently became acquainted with polyamory...One of my best friends shared her experiences. I find it fascinating. There was a time I would have judged but fortunately, those days are way behind me. What I can't understand is why there is no jealousy..maybe that is just me and my insecurities?That's a little difficult for me because I am polyamorous. I love my husband. I love my boyfriends, who are both long distance, but my love for my husband is a far deeper, pure, enduring thing. It is the beginning and the end.
I do love my boyfriends, but in a different way; they are precious to me, but not lifemates. And it is the same for them; one is married and his wife is for him as my husband is to me and we both understand and respect that. The other is not married, but I am aware he may some day meet someone in person he will then want to spend his life with.
So, if I count my boyfriends and the one love before my husband, it's five.
LOL! Those numbers don't add up do they? I can actually count... just neglected to mention somebody. Sheesh. LOL
yes, short, ugly, mean. cruel. I fell in love with a fake image he portrayed.@Gaer - I am so intrigued about the 1/2 - was he really short?![]()
Me too. This mystery deserves it's own thread.I am so intrigued about the 1/2 - was he really short?![]()
You are very generous awarding him a half.yes, short, ugly, mean. cruel. I fell in love with a fake image he portrayed.
I was married in 1960 and am still married to the same woman in 2022. I'm 87 and she is 83.Just one. Met her on a blind date in 1953 while I was in the service. We were married 2-1/2 years later in '66 and by the grace of God we've lived relatively long lives and are still side by side at 88 and 86.
Sounds like we're walking along the same path, Mitch. A good chunk of my family {son, grandkids and great grands) happen to live in Conn..I was married in 1960 and am still married to the same woman in 2022. I'm 87 and she is 83.
There must be a lesson in that very candid response. I'm not sure what it is, but thought provoking none the less.OK. Defining love as being heartbroken when it is over.
Two in college. Lost my virginity with Joanne when she was drunk. She dumped me three weeks later because she said her other boyfriend was more compatible s*xually. I was crushed for a year. But hey, I lost my virginity !
The other one in college was Karen. We met each other's s*xual desires very well, but I was often sad for no reason when making the long winter trek to her farmhouse. She dumped me in a feminist rage sometime right after we graduated. I was heartbroken.
Post college : My wife. Loved her, but she divorced me. Heartbroken and lots of anger. Huge disaster.
My girl fiend I met after my divorce: She was so nice to me. She was mental is some ways, but I did love her. Very sad when she died. We 'clicked'. It was love at first sight, sort of.
No loves since my girl friend died. So, a total of four loves.
Looking for my next love currently. Waiting for the next 'click' to happen. Probably will have to go through lots of dating to find her.
Only the one. Thirty Three years ago it ended.
Lasted for three years and the breakup was heart rending for me.
I have never allowed myself to love again.
There must be a lesson in that very candid response. I'm not sure what it is, but thought provoking none the less.
I think we learn from each experience like yours, although when I asked a close friend after a particularly horrible divorce what he learned, he smiled rather broadly and replied, "I didn't learn anything as far as I can tell."Thanks, Dave.
I think the lesson for me is that no matter how much we try, we can't make love a 'just play fair and no one gets hurt.