The Tantrum
May 26th 2006 07:41
“Could you NOT,” she shrieked angrily and made a swipe at Mr. X’s arm before turning over and bursting into tears.
Mr. X and I glanced at each other in shock and astonishment, before I put my arm around her shoulders and tried to console her. “It’s ok.. shhh, nothing’s happened.” I’m sure I was as nice as possible, but deep inside I was just a little bit annoyed. Why on earth couldn’t we just have a nice evening and go to sleep together? Why did she constantly have to lash out at Mr. X and make cutting remarks about how much she’d like to hurt him? And worst of all, why was it that he wasn’t allowed to lay a finger on me, when after all, she’d slept with him?
Poor Taffy. I didn’t really understand her jealousy, and I wasn’t sure whether I was prepared to be too sympathetic. She settled down eventually and we tried to get some sleep, but deep down I was still fuming. Only it didn’t seem fair to start an argument then, when she was my guest and her comfort depended on my good graces.
In the morning things were still tense. I woke up first, and when I came back to the bedroom they were kissing. Taffy broke away and declared that he had kissed her out of malicious spite just when I was walking in to put her in my bad books and make her look like a hypocrite. Plus, she’s so cute in the morning.
I let it go. But sooner or later we were going to have a serious talk. I wasn’t thrilled by her behaviour. And somehow I didn’t think that a happy polyamorous life was ever going to work.
Sigh.
Mr. X and I glanced at each other in shock and astonishment, before I put my arm around her shoulders and tried to console her. “It’s ok.. shhh, nothing’s happened.” I’m sure I was as nice as possible, but deep inside I was just a little bit annoyed. Why on earth couldn’t we just have a nice evening and go to sleep together? Why did she constantly have to lash out at Mr. X and make cutting remarks about how much she’d like to hurt him? And worst of all, why was it that he wasn’t allowed to lay a finger on me, when after all, she’d slept with him?
Poor Taffy. I didn’t really understand her jealousy, and I wasn’t sure whether I was prepared to be too sympathetic. She settled down eventually and we tried to get some sleep, but deep down I was still fuming. Only it didn’t seem fair to start an argument then, when she was my guest and her comfort depended on my good graces.
In the morning things were still tense. I woke up first, and when I came back to the bedroom they were kissing. Taffy broke away and declared that he had kissed her out of malicious spite just when I was walking in to put her in my bad books and make her look like a hypocrite. Plus, she’s so cute in the morning.
I let it go. But sooner or later we were going to have a serious talk. I wasn’t thrilled by her behaviour. And somehow I didn’t think that a happy polyamorous life was ever going to work.
Sigh.
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