A parade of broken bunnies.

An ex had called it about two years ago. She said I had a knack for finding broken bunnies. She was talking about herself, and another girlfriend of mine.

She did not realize at the time just how right her words would prove to be.

After meeting my current boyfriend, I matched with several folks on the dating apps, but the majority of them have been broken bunnies. So broken that they'd eventually disappear, without explanation. So broken that a relationship with me is not in the cards.

I mentioned it to my boyfriend. He declared himself a broken bunny too. This may be so, but I am glad he is not so broken as to be unable to have a relationship with me.

I've recently matched with another broken bunny. They are suffering from the effects of long COVID, and had a flare up today. We haven't met yet. I hope that we will meet.

I like to soothe my broken bunnies.

#dating #BrokenBunnies #polyamory

If you read frustration in my message above, you're not mistaken.

I am frustrated. Pretending otherwise is not the path.

Some would take this frustration as evidence that something *has* to change. They might close themselves off to avoid the frustration. Or take it as a sign that they are being taken advantage of.

I don't think I can remain open to the broken bunnies without experiencing frustration.

Yes, I am frustrated.
Yes, the carpet in my living room is gray.

I don't need to change either.

I need to remain open, for the sake of the broken bunnies that I do reach.

#dating #BrokenBunnies #polyamory