>My hands are clammy with apprehension about meeting him. This is the man who is sleeping with my wife. How am I supposed to feel when we come face to face? Lucy* and James have only known each other a few weeks, but are obviously getting on well enough to not only have shared a bed, but also to take things to the ‘next level’ in the polyamory stakes – it’s meet-the-husband time! Maybe this is the polyamory equivalent of meeting the parents?
>Lucy’s idea is that once James and I are, if not friends, then at least acquaintances, then it will become somehow less ‘weird’ for him to bang her in our family home when I’m not there. That’s if I don’t rip his head off first, of course. Right now, tapping my hands on the steering wheel with nervous energy, I’m not sure I won’t be overcome with jealousy when we meet. I’m not the violent type at all – my default would be to make sarcastic comments all night, but right now I feel like losing my temper. The evening could end up being a horrible mess
