Beginnings
Hi, my name is Jewel and this is my story. I’ve spent five and a half hours sitting in a local grocery store parking lot, chain smoking and video chatting with my sisters while they talked me through one of the biggest panic attacks I’ve had in ages. Why? Because just when I start to think I’m getting the hang of this football game we call life, suddenly someone changes it to baseball and I realize I’m trying to hit the ball with a goalpost. How did I get here? An arguably successful woman with a husband and a boyfriend, in a new parental role with new vehicles and new houses and a burgeoning social life? How does one begin to unravel the myriad of choices that seemingly change one’s entire life path until the ripple effects render the landscape unrecognizable? I know, I know, we’re not supposed to talk about the downsides of polyamory. Being a fringe movement means we cannot afford bad press within the community. That’s why there are so many “missing stair” toxic predators in the