Short version of the time from previous post until fairly recently:
1) Previous poly-ness of our marriage faded back to being mostly monogamous, with the exception of 4) below. Not due to any particular decision, more that neither one of us could find anyone else we wanted to date.
2) We moved. We lived out in San Diego, where I would have thought that there'd have been enough jobs available to allow me to snag one. But no; the Navy said "thou shalt not stay here". We ended up profiting off the house, but moved to the Northeast in an area I wasn't particularly happy to be moving to.
3) Susan and I moved into an absolutely huge house, out in a rural part of the state, over a half-hour away from my base. The upstairs is the main living area, an office, a dining room that's really about two rooms in one, three bedrooms (including technically a master), and a full bath. The downstairs, while not as many rooms, contains another office/den area, a laundry room, a full bath, and another huge room that the previous owners split via curtains into two bedrooms. This room quickly became our true master bedroom.
There are downsides (had a mouse problem for a while, have also had a garden snake appear from behind the heater last summer). But...in a lot of ways, the house works for us.
4) Trina didn't particularly take our move well. They* dealt with it, but it wasn't just myself and Susan who didn't like the thought of us having to move. Neither one of us thought we'd be able to see each other, on more than short visits, for the next several years.
Our relationship, while mostly platonic, still had hints of that "something more". We still continued to go to each others' houses for game nights, and I continued to sleep in bed with both Trina and Toby, but for a variety of reasons, nothing more happened between us.
We had a decent number of talks over why this was so, usually during hikes and other trips we took with just the two of us. It always felt like we were waiting on the other shoe to drop. And then I left.
5) Trina and Toby moved. He got out of the reserves, and now works as a government contractor in the Pacific Northwest. With our sudden absence, and a desire to be closer to family for both of them, San Diego just didn't really fit their needs any more.
6) Most of a year passed, and we continued to keep in contact. Not just Trina and I, but the four of us, through a private Discord channel. It didn't take too long for the thought of a week-long trip for them to fly out and see us to surface, and by summer-time, it had been confirmed that they'd be out here for the week of Halloween.
7) The trip happened...and holy shit. About a year got packed into that week...and that gets addressed in the next post.
1) Previous poly-ness of our marriage faded back to being mostly monogamous, with the exception of 4) below. Not due to any particular decision, more that neither one of us could find anyone else we wanted to date.
2) We moved. We lived out in San Diego, where I would have thought that there'd have been enough jobs available to allow me to snag one. But no; the Navy said "thou shalt not stay here". We ended up profiting off the house, but moved to the Northeast in an area I wasn't particularly happy to be moving to.
3) Susan and I moved into an absolutely huge house, out in a rural part of the state, over a half-hour away from my base. The upstairs is the main living area, an office, a dining room that's really about two rooms in one, three bedrooms (including technically a master), and a full bath. The downstairs, while not as many rooms, contains another office/den area, a laundry room, a full bath, and another huge room that the previous owners split via curtains into two bedrooms. This room quickly became our true master bedroom.
There are downsides (had a mouse problem for a while, have also had a garden snake appear from behind the heater last summer). But...in a lot of ways, the house works for us.
4) Trina didn't particularly take our move well. They* dealt with it, but it wasn't just myself and Susan who didn't like the thought of us having to move. Neither one of us thought we'd be able to see each other, on more than short visits, for the next several years.
Our relationship, while mostly platonic, still had hints of that "something more". We still continued to go to each others' houses for game nights, and I continued to sleep in bed with both Trina and Toby, but for a variety of reasons, nothing more happened between us.
We had a decent number of talks over why this was so, usually during hikes and other trips we took with just the two of us. It always felt like we were waiting on the other shoe to drop. And then I left.
5) Trina and Toby moved. He got out of the reserves, and now works as a government contractor in the Pacific Northwest. With our sudden absence, and a desire to be closer to family for both of them, San Diego just didn't really fit their needs any more.
6) Most of a year passed, and we continued to keep in contact. Not just Trina and I, but the four of us, through a private Discord channel. It didn't take too long for the thought of a week-long trip for them to fly out and see us to surface, and by summer-time, it had been confirmed that they'd be out here for the week of Halloween.
7) The trip happened...and holy shit. About a year got packed into that week...and that gets addressed in the next post.
