Something I’ve noticed about articles in which polyamorists tell their stories is they are all written by women. Here’s another, which I shall summarise thusly:
My husband Rob and I were together for twelve years before I decided to start shagging a guy called Mike who I knew in my twenties. Pretty soon he moved in with us, but Rob’s other women didn’t because reasons. Then Mike moved into my room and Rob took the shitty spare room downstairs for reasons that were entirely practical, oh yes. Our two young kids were completely unaffected by all this, and both men did the housework while I ordered them around. Mike and Rob got on well but for reasons I won’t explain Rob and I have now divorced, he’s moved out, and Mike and I are getting married.
I imagine Rob’s version would go something like this:
My wife stopped putting out years ago and announced one day she’d started seeing some guy called Mario, but she wanted me to stick around to pay the bills. I thought it might be a passing phase and my only other option was to lose the house and kids in an expensive divorce, so I reluctantly agreed. This Mario guy turned up and quickly moved in, and then the bitch told me I had to sleep in the basement. I’m now so pissed off I’ve filed for divorce and moved out, but I’m still paying for the house and there’s a strange man sleeping in the same room as my kids. Now I hear they’re getting married. Man, did I fuck up or what?
This, apparently, is a lifestyle we’re supposed to treat as positive. Just have a read of that article and bask in the sheer amorality of it.