Enter Absinthe
In my increasingly limited spare time, I run a publishing house. Around 2016, I received a query from a green ball of anxiety furry I shall call Absinthe. He wanted me to publish his Beat novella. We loved the query, and we decided to publish it. It turns out that Absinthe ran a house, too though. So, I collaborated with him on publishing projects. To this day, we are both editors for each other's houses. ("What is conflict of interest?" Shut up, Jeopardy assholes.)
Through my relationship with Cider, Absinthe and I got closer as friends. We occasionally roleplayed online, flirted, and just talked regularly. He was married at the time to a guy I'll call Waffles. They were open and poly, but I wasn't quite there yet. Plus, I hated long-distance relationships. They lived out in Texas, and I lived in Michigan, and Cider and I were still closed.
When Cider and I broke up though, I started talking more with Waffles and saw there were a lot of mutual feelings of interest. So, we started a threeway relationship. I was officially dating a married couple. We traded nudes. We flirted. Wrote songs for each other. Had art commissions made. Talked daily. Left voice messages for each other. It was cute and sweet.
So, we planned for our first in-person meeting that fall.
I can't not talk about Waffles and Absinthe's situation though. For years, they had been married. Waffles came from the deep South, just as I had, but he had come from practically nothing. He didn't keep a job more than a couple of months when he moved in with Absinthe, and, despite their own flirting before that move, Waffles lied about a lot of things. His sex drive was nonexistent and labeled any expression of sexual desire as calling him a slut, financially abused the fuck out of Absinthe, taking advantage of free housing, free food, plus an allowance, and became verbally abusive to just about the worst things you could ever tell someone who is already in a dark place. Yeah...that bad. I didn't know all this going into it. I really didn't.
But a few weeks before that first meeting, when Absinthe had paid for the tickets, Waffles lost his shit. He went on long tirades of, "Oh, you two are better off without me. You should just do your thing, and Sin and I will divorce." The first time, I was okay with this. We had a conversation, and that stopped. But when it happened again ten days before the trip, I told Waffles fuck this.
Some days, I tolerate a lot of shit. I really do. But others, I don't put up with anything from anyone. When you try to manipulate me into giving you what you want, especially by coercion or threats, I'm ending that relationship asap. I broke up with Waffles. I was terrified Sin would leave me as a result, but he didn't.
Despite a distraught Waffles back in Texas, Absinthe flew up to see me.
Through my relationship with Cider, Absinthe and I got closer as friends. We occasionally roleplayed online, flirted, and just talked regularly. He was married at the time to a guy I'll call Waffles. They were open and poly, but I wasn't quite there yet. Plus, I hated long-distance relationships. They lived out in Texas, and I lived in Michigan, and Cider and I were still closed.
When Cider and I broke up though, I started talking more with Waffles and saw there were a lot of mutual feelings of interest. So, we started a threeway relationship. I was officially dating a married couple. We traded nudes. We flirted. Wrote songs for each other. Had art commissions made. Talked daily. Left voice messages for each other. It was cute and sweet.
A holiday commission from Dktorzi of our three characters. Absinthe standing, Espresso on top of 69, Waffles on bottom of 69.
So, we planned for our first in-person meeting that fall.
I can't not talk about Waffles and Absinthe's situation though. For years, they had been married. Waffles came from the deep South, just as I had, but he had come from practically nothing. He didn't keep a job more than a couple of months when he moved in with Absinthe, and, despite their own flirting before that move, Waffles lied about a lot of things. His sex drive was nonexistent and labeled any expression of sexual desire as calling him a slut, financially abused the fuck out of Absinthe, taking advantage of free housing, free food, plus an allowance, and became verbally abusive to just about the worst things you could ever tell someone who is already in a dark place. Yeah...that bad. I didn't know all this going into it. I really didn't.
But a few weeks before that first meeting, when Absinthe had paid for the tickets, Waffles lost his shit. He went on long tirades of, "Oh, you two are better off without me. You should just do your thing, and Sin and I will divorce." The first time, I was okay with this. We had a conversation, and that stopped. But when it happened again ten days before the trip, I told Waffles fuck this.
Some days, I tolerate a lot of shit. I really do. But others, I don't put up with anything from anyone. When you try to manipulate me into giving you what you want, especially by coercion or threats, I'm ending that relationship asap. I broke up with Waffles. I was terrified Sin would leave me as a result, but he didn't.
Despite a distraught Waffles back in Texas, Absinthe flew up to see me.
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