Where, uh, something happens

[pphaneuf]

That's the day I "got together" with Mélanie, with whom I spent almost eight years.

I can put a date on that one for a pretty good reason: there was a definite "not togetherness" followed by a "togetherness" when her boyfriend of the time agreed to open up their relationship.

Now, you have to understand, we're in a 50,000 inhabitants small town of Québec, we don't know what "polyamory" is, we don't have much to guide us but our guts and our meager life experience. We hardly had any access to the Internet, and we hardly knew what to look for anyway. This was kind of nuts. Basically, we just made it up as we went. I think we did pretty well, all things considered, as he remained with us for six months, the break up being rather amicable, not the big blow up that a lot of people expected. There was a healing period between him and the two of us, but after a few years, we were very good friends, once again.

I guess they were right after all, and that it there is a good deal of stupidity involved in courage...