Can I make polygamy sound romantic to a monogamist?

We ALL know why monogamy is romantic. Sometimes, since turning towards polygamy, I still sink into the “oh wow, I wish I could say the same about my… man? Which one?” We’ve seen thousands of movies all promoting the monogamist romance, but is it possible for me to paint a romantic picture a monogamist can understand? To explain why we choose what we choose and find it in their heart to support this way of life as a truly beautiful option to monogamy?

I fell in love once so deep I knew there was no way out of it. I fought it, I rationalized it, I denied it. I buried it, I wrangled it down, and told it to go away, but it wouldn’t. “Just tell me you don’t love me, and I’ll find peace!” I pleaded in my mind, “Tell me so I believe you!” but he never did… Until I started hearing his voice in my head, so clear, so him… He told me he did love me, urging me to reach out to him again. I did. He replied, summarizing: “You’re crazy.”

I believed him, and I released him.

I decided I would never fall in love again the way I loved him. It wasn’t possible. He was the only one for me.

And then, there was another.

Another voice in my head took his place… Not long after, I realized I loved him, too. Irreversibly. We told ourselves stories to explain how I might have fallen in love with the first guy because this new voice was “the true True Emotion Mirror,” or the “True Twin Flame,” as we thought at the time. There had to be an explanation as to why I fell in love again because monogamists do not fall in love with other people! We told stories and believed them; we relaxed, bonded, and fell deep in love. So deep that there was never, ever going to be anyone who would come in between us.

But we felt… Unchallenged. We felt that if we were ever able to only love each other, things would be a bit boring, considering if we were two halves of the same soul, who could have even challenged that love? Nothing we’d ever change or end; we wanted to be together no matter what… But… It would be fun if there were at least SOME challenges to the love. We never really thought polygamy was the thing; we just thought… A bit of play would be good. It was like receiving the biggest trophy in football without ever playing a real game.

Enter the “male Twin Flames” who were heterosexual but still so deeply bonded that they would never be happy in a relationship with two separate women – they needed to be together. “Well, that is perfect!” We thought. They can give us a bit of variety, and they will always be able to be together, just like they always wanted!

And then we fell in love with them.

And then, we fell in love with them.

Deeply, irreversibly. Our heart chakras connected, our minds melted, and we decided to, forever and forever, live together a lifetime after a lifetime. We would always be together, and we would never ever accept anyone else!

Then, their friend knocked on the door… And we opened.

There was simply no way to stop it from happening….

And finally, it made sense.

And in the end, the first one came back. Now everything made sense to him. There were other guys. He had always known there would be other men, and he didn’t understand how he could deal with it until it was all out in the open. He didn’t have to tell himself there were nobody else, or that he was the right choice or that he wasn’t the one I settled for because I couldn’t have someone else but were too nice to tell him.

He could relax with me because he didn’t need to look over his shoulder in the fear of being knocked away from me by someone else. He knew now that the others were there just like he was: Out of being loved through and through, for everything that they were; including sexual perverts who loved to share a girl between them. They were loved for all of it; and I was loved for being what I am; aaa bit of a slut.

Choose? Between perfect and perfect? No.

I tried, many times, to decide which one of them I would choose if I had to. I always came up empty. I could not choose between them! They were all different and, at the same time equal, if I elevated one up over the other and for a moment think I would stay with him for the rest of my life, I instantly would miss someone else… Whoever popped in my mind. If one of them would go, I would lose something irreplaceable, because to me, they weren’t just filling a role of a husband or a boyfriend, they were EVERYTHING to me. They fulfilled EVERYTHING that I ever wanted fulfilled, and in some bizarre way, everyone of them would have made me completely happy and fulfilled alone… up until the point that WE need another one.

WE weren’t looking to turn to polygamy, it was inside of us already, and each one of my men was equally in need of it as I was, and we all wanted it the same way; polyandrous. Every time we invited a girl in, or a girl involved herself in our relationship, the energy plummeted. “Blah, boring! Too easy! Too NICE! Too FAIR!”

The love of pain and suffering, to be taken to your extreme of endurance – not artificially by simply bitching at you because we all know love is pain, but authentically knowing that I could never say no to a guy who… We all loved. Through our incarnations, THEY taught me how to love a man, what to love about a man, they set the standard for themselves and each other, and I couldn’t lower the standard for myself. I taught them what to want out of a woman, what I was to them, and they looked around for someone equal to me, and found nobody.

It is counterproductive of me to tell you this, because you will love my men, and reading this will make you aware of them. But I welcome the challenge. That is what we do. We welcome the challenge. Monogamy protects a fragile relationship… polygamy challenges the strong.

May the best girl win.

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