My two polygamous girlfriends had gone completely rogue.

Let me break something down for you all real quick. Polygamy is the name of the overall open relationship lifestyle. Under that are three main branches of polygamy. Those are polygyny, polyandry, and polyamory. Depending on personal considerations, a fourth minor type would be called pair bonding. I consider pair bonding polygamous in nature because it involves taking more than one lover in one’s lifetime. I firmly believe that a true monogamist will only have one lover for life, like the few other animals that are actually (read: true to the original definition) monogamous. They mate once, for life, and will usually absolutely refuse to ever mate again - like the macaroni penguin. Yes, that’s a real animal.

Anyway, Merriam-Webster defines monogamy as the practice of pairing only once in a lifetime. Of course this has been revised as the archaic definition because the hyper sensitive idealists have taken over everything, and instead of accepting that they aren’t what they think they are [because humans are truthfully highly promiscuous], they’d rather change everything around themselves. Whatever. That’s the other group, the revisionists, who feel or opine that pair bonding is a form of monogamy. Though mono- is Greek for single / one, and -gamy is Greek for marriage / relationship [never did it say ‘at a time’], I guess people can change words to mean whatever they want as long they have an emotional incentive to. It’s not like consistency in language structure and definitions actually matters (-_-)

Our relationship was polygynous, but the first girls were in absolute control. I couldn’t break up with them but I could have their permission to begin seeing someone else they didn’t mind me being around. However, that’s what made them rogues. I didn’t have the freedom to leave or negotiate any terms of our relationship. Like previously stated, I actually tried whenever I wanted to be with someone else. It just didn’t go that way.

I started talking to Diamond. We remained friends for years but my first attempt didn’t work out in the long run. She wasn’t all that into me at first because she was becoming really religious and I was becoming really not religious. We spoke and texted pretty often but that was pretty much the extent of our involvement at the time. I liked her though. I thought about her a lot, she was an athlete, and I was pretty sure she could whoop Autumn and Theresa at the same time if she had to. But she wasn’t the type to go fend off other girls for a man in need of his freedom. I could respect that. Except it wasn’t for the sake of chaos, control, or my own conceit, it was because I LITERALLY needed to be protected from dangerously controlling young ladies.

So, in summary, I was a no longer pair bonding boy essentially held hostage by two polygynous girls. And Diamond wouldn’t rescue me from them because of her beliefs. Furthermore, Ghada took advantage of my misplaced trust in her only months before and gave me chlamydia. I almost shot her to death for it because of the abuse I got from Theresa and the tremendous pressure I received from Autumn to send Theresa after Ghada. Oh, and because I was humiliated and so hurt by what she had done without giving a single fuck about what I was going through just to be with her and care for her family. I went through more than anyone should have to. And Diamond could save me but simply wouldn’t. I sure knew how to pick ‘em, didn’t I?

My friendship with Diamond was emotionally challenging for me. She often flirted and didn’t intend to follow through. She was also seeing someone who went from being a bitter rival to a dear friend to me. It started with him harassing me about my friendship with Diamond. Yeah, I didn’t cooperate. I wasn’t one to scare easily, so I pushed back. He respected that and threatened me. I gave him my address and told him to come see me. He didn’t show. The next time we communicated, he had greater respect for me. We got close and started checking on each other regularly, talking about sports and girls, and some of the craziest situations we had ever been in. Hell, we talked so much that Diamond was jealous of both of us for occupying so much of each other’s time. Then he died.

I felt like I had lost my best friend. You could say I kind of did. It really hurt. He had grown to understand me and I was able to tell him things about the girls that others wouldn’t even support me through. He couldn’t relate but he could imagine what it was like. He had seen it before.

I was a lot more cynical after that. I fell face first into the pits of secularity and seriously started to doubt anything more existed at all. Why? What skyfather would take a friend like that away from a kid as troubled as I was? What god would destroy a boy like that? I fell into an even darker place and I changed from a survivor to a destroyer. I wanted the world to burn and I damn sure tried to set it on fire. I was tired. I was tired of everything. I was tired of Theresa, I was tired of Autumn, I was disappointed in Diamond, and I was disgusted with Nina. My relationship with my mom was falling apart again, her fuck-ass boyfriend was still around and stealing from us, and I had the fuckboy from a few chapters ago talking tough at this point. So, I did what any real nigga would do. I grabbed my knife and went after him.

To be continued...