I sat there, staring at them in equal measures, unsure of what to say. On one hand, if it was consensual and they were okay with it, who am I to judge? Whatever makes them happy, right?
On the other hand, I've always only pictured my parents together. It's incredibly hard for me to imagine them... well, not together.
"So the reason you guys are hardly ever home is because," I swallowed, "you're out getting laid? By other people?"
"Honey, we don't mean—" I stopped my mother mid-sentence.
"Look, I'm fine with you guys being polyamorous. It's your choice and I have to respect that, but the reason I hardly ever see you is because you're out with other people?" Did they care about seeing their lovers more than seeing me? Is that why I hardly see my mom at all? Or why my dad goes out to the
