If I have to do this polyamory thing then don’t tell me that it means my perspectives on Love and Relationships have changed that much. They haven’t. I’ve always said I was damn close to Wrong Mike in our perspectives. I still think that relationships suck independance out of a person, especially if you aren’t careful and I still think that loves a bitch. But if I’ve decided to go for this thing then I’m taking the highs and the lows. I’m taking the mountain and the valley, each fantastic dance and each fucking disembowelling knife thrust, each painted kitchen and each screaming, sobbing argument. Fuck this shit I’m not giving in to the Bitch yet, not without one hell of a fight.