Twelve years ago out of convenience and a bit of romanticism I agreed to share my boyfriend with my best friend. Since then we have molded and bonded into a two mothers one father family. Our husband travels fifty percent of the time, as mothers we chose to forfeit a few pennies for the pleasure of becoming traditional homemakers and mothers. We have never looked back.

We 'know' of other poly families, we vacationed to meet a family in Iowa. Like us there are two wives. We found what we discovered, your sister wife is your true soul mate. Your husband is a man and can never be your sister, so much so that in our opinion it is more of any man will do, but your sister wife is a hand in glove relationship. 'How do I love thee, sister dearest, let me count the ways...' or something like that.

I am 'married' to her on a level which I don't think a man can understand.