I’m slowly realizing that if I want to be truly happy I’ll have to find it on my own. Solo. I know. Sounds weird coming from poly me, but the people in my life have been really disappointing lately and it’s made me realize that I can keep placing my happiness in their hands and keep being hurt or become a little happy sailboat floating alone in a vast sea of life. I’m really good at being happy even though I’m hurting and not getting what I need. Happiness has kept me afloat all these years. I need to find it again. That blind cheerfulness that kept me from falling apart through all the years of my crappy childhood. I’m poly. My heart has many compartments. I’ll find a place to store the pain, and let all my happy out.