Phoebe's Poly Dating Adventures

I turn 46 in three days.  I met my husband when I was 36. It's hard for me to believe that's been almost ten years ago. What a wild and crazy roller coaster of a decade! Well, I have nothing on the poly dating front to share with you, to be honest. I'm still talking to a couple guys but haven't met anyone and won't until I return from a trip to my Homeland (leaving in the morning.) I had a therapy appointment this week, my fourth one? I think? I walked in there feeling pretty damn good, actually. Then my therapist got me talking about my family, due to my impending trip, and the waterworks started up. OMG my family is really fucked up, y'all. I mean, I knew that, of course. But telling my therapist about some of the stuff that happened to me growing up, some of the things my mom said about my body.... It's like I couldn't even smooth it over and pretend like it was normal or I deserved to be treated like that. I do that a lot--make excuses for other peop

Update: haven't met anyone new. I put off meeting someone else I was chatting with because things are a little crazy with a family member having a medical issue and impending travel. But I am chatting with a few men right now that I'd like to meet when things settle down. Then out of nowhere, a past FWB messages me nearly demanding I play with him. While I appreciate assertive men, I don't like being told what to do before I even get into the bedroom LOL. This is someone I've known for a long time and his (relatively new) wife just had a baby. (He was single when I used to play with him before). Okay, so he's not getting any. I understand. But like, I'm not your substitute pussy, you know? I started to talk about how busy I am with family stuff, and how my libido is in flux, and I didn't foresee having any playdates at all for at least a month. Then I mentioned that in the past I hadn't wanted to make plans with him because he and his wife only play toge