Polyamory

I can't believe that there are guys going around expecting their girlfriends to allow them to have sex with other women. I can't believe that there is so many people who think this is okay when the man will probably leave her for the other women. How can a woman watch as her boyfriend makes love to another woman? How can this be expected to be okay but not be the other way around? Why do men look at us like we are cattle? I would rather die than go through that and I have had many guys that didn't want to put up with me because they called me "crazy." I wouldn't put up with a friends with benefits or polyamory. I was "selfish and only thinking of myself." I can't sleep. I can't breathe tonight. I don't know why people continue to think this is okay when it made me want to kill myself at age 16. A whole cult of people thinking polygamy and polyamory is okay is not good. They don't understand how detrimental it is to a person's self esteem. I just want to meet one guy who loves me no matter what and doesn't call me crazy or selfish because I won't let him put his dick in another vagina. That's not "real love." That's you being horny. So horny you can't be loyal to your own damn wife. Where have all the good men gone? Here's the answer: every guy is polyamorous. It's true. They have at least 3 or more relationships in a lifetime if they are attractive.  A woman is monogamous. She is looking for someone to raise a child with. Someone to provide for her. You can go tell me that love is bullshit because it is biological and we should be civilized people like the Native Americans who should share each other but the fact that I am a jealous woman is not going to change. In fact, doesn't it make me a better partner? Ah. The men would say no because they want a gaggle of women to choose from. Then they finally settle when they are too old to chose otherwise. Like my dad. Yeah. So I think all of you men are shit. Excuse me while I cry and try not to want to die. Polyamory is a made up concept just like "friends with benefits" created by some horny guy and convincing girls as young as 14 that it is okay to put up with your bad and sexual behavior. Excuse me while I try to go to sleep wishing I was a lesbian while I get a string of comments from men tomorrow on Whisper telling me that I am selfish compared to the good loving women who share their men to other beautiful women in polyamorous relationships and then don't complain when he takes her as a mistress or worse, leaves her for the other girl. I am sure you don't mind because while you are fucking your girlfriend, you met another girl on Tinder. Then you have to go home and write on Yik Yak about how sluts should be punished for their behavior and how the Feminist movement killed all of men's respect for women. You want to know something? Not every women is going to put up with it. Sure maybe one of your ex's offs herself or another gets pregnant by a random baby daddy because you broke up with her and she wanted revenge sex. Sure you can just blame it on all these women but one day you are going to find yourselves alone and you will have no one to blame but yourself and your addiction to Pornhub. I hope these fuckboys get what they deserve because they have been destroying everything.

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