“I have a crush on someone,” my partner, Quinn, said, sitting next to me on our therapist’s gray couch. Those were the words I’d been dreading since we stopped being polyamorous a year earlier. When they told me it was our close friend, I threw my head back and laughed. Later, I curled up in their lap and cried. Quinn and I were both polyamorous when we met. They weren’t, Read More
From Huffington Post