The One Twue Way they told you is the Only way. Just kidding. There’s no “right” way- it’s just what suits you and what gets you what you want.
But if you’d like to know how at least one kinky, poly parent does it, well, here’s the place for you! (Spoilers, it’s a lot more fun than you’ll see almost anywhere else!)
Breathing, deep breaths What I have with my little ones though they’d hate to be called that now, but they always will be to me Is precious, rare More-so than some ordinary diamond I am their “ama” now We celebrated together, muted, perhaps, but sincere A beautiful memory of an evening I earned that Something …
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My little had feelings today, Yesterday, today, tomorrow Volatile, difficult ones, …
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“She doesn’t get to be traumatized!” Firstly, let me say that my munchkin and her biological mother have a strained relationship. There’s plenty of reason for her to feel angry towards the woman who gave birth to her. Of course, that would almost be an upgrade to her current coldness and indifference. Except when moments …
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Tonight, master, myself, and the oldest munchkin are on a grocery run. We’re out of milk (of course!). Also, I want a few other things. Actual fresh vegetables, fruit, some Annie’s mac and cheese (don’t judge me), etc. We’re picking out a few cheeses- when I spot it from the corner of my eye. “Rainbow …
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Summer’s faded into autumn. It’s my favorite time of the year. Pretty sweaters, cozy lazy dresses and brisk, cool weather. It’s the end of the watermelon season.
Something unpleasant happened this morning when I went to wake the youngest up for school. I’m not going to go into details, not here. She didn’t want to get up. I pushed, little one pushed back…and she said some pretty hurtful things. The child brain in me wanted to respond in anger, but I didn’t. …
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I’m tired. Exhausted, really. Some days I just want to run as far as I possibly can. I am a kitten, and a kitten can often be skittish. A kitten wants to be loved, yes, but doesn’t always know how to ask for it or find it. I am, indeed, one of the lucky ones. …
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