I'm hearing stories, over and over again, from people who have come out as poly to their best friends... and promptly lost those friends over the matter.

... and I keep looking back at my life, and realise that I can't remember being through something like that myself. On the contrary, every time I've mentioned to a new group of friends that I'm poly, it keeps on just being accepted...

... or is it selective memory? ... Nah, don't really think so...

The only real conclusion I can draw from this is that I'm either damn lucky in my choice of friends, or damn good.

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