It’s almost that time of year again. Yes, it’s the week where we celebrate everything wonderful about polyamory and ethical non-monogamy in all it’s forms!

Andy is my best friend. He was the best man at my wedding. I love him like a brother. We've known each other for almost two decades. I'll always be there when he needs me, and I've always known he'd do the same for me. 

He's also a bastard who abandons his friends to flee the country! 

Apparently, my opinions are interesting and people like to hear them. Why do I find this so strange?