Back in the fall, I went apple picking with Pup and some of his friends. I had met a few in passing, but I’d never sort of been out with a non-primary partner’s friends as a “date.” I was a little nervous about sort of making a bad impression as the girl their friend was dating who already has a boyfriend, and I was a little scared too of being seen by people I knew. At the time, I still wasn’t out as poly to basically anybody.
We were having a lovely time, thankfully. His friends seemed to like me and I was having fun. While we were waiting for some cider, I took hold of Pup’s hand and noticed the scar on his thumb. “That’s healing up all right,” I said.
“Oh god,” his friend said. “You’re the girl he bled on?”
I blushed and shook my head. “Yeah, I’m the girl he bled on.”
“Woah,” another said. “We all just assumed that was the end of it. How did he even bounce back from that?”
So, yeah. I guess I’ll always be the girl he bled on.