Nice Things (Another Day in Polyamory)

He thinks I never have anything nice to write about him. I told him my blog isn’t an autobiography; it’s a collection of the writing I like best. And that usually comes out in my most lonely, anxious, unhappy moments.

Lately most of those moments are precipitated by something to do with him. Not necessarily his fault, I’ll cede, but often with him at the center. So he doesn’t shine too brightly in my blog posts.

That’s unfair.

To even the score a little, I don’t think I shine too brightly in...