I thought I owed an update after my wedding tantrum blog...so turns out having a relaxed fun wedding isn’t as relaxing to make happen lmao. I got myself all overwhelmed and broke a little.

HOWEVER I came to realize I had no help because I wasn’t letting anyone help.

Turns out other women really love making weddings happen not just getting tipsy and dancing the night away at them.

It has been awkward and uncomfortable but I let myself be told, told what I need to do told when to do things I’ve even aloud women I don’t know to coo and fawn and hold my hand for uncomfortable amounts of time. I’ve let someone come and make me sit and glue beads to timber for 8 hours I even let her glue beads as well (she made me check and recheck every single favor she made). I have handed out jobs left and right and much to my surprise everyone has been eager and excited.

Because of this I have been feeling much less scream in to an NN void and much more excited, elated even to be getting married to the person who has given me a tether to earth and never let me just float away.

Christ now I’m crying again. This week has also seen me cry a million times especially at songs (way harder to pick than I ever imagined)
I may have to rethink a song with words for the walk down the aisle (which has stairs) because I will quite likely burst that moment. Omg he better cry too, seeing as I will have spent 7 ... 7 hours getting ready! bitch better shed a tear for my lovely face and hair

I decided to make him do a speech, I was going to but damnit I put in so much work I basically want to say I do then eat drink and dance. So then the pressure is on him, poor lad he is not a public speaker or much of a speaker at all for that matter.

My housegeust list is filling up quick I won’t be staying at home thank goodness it’s to become the boys hostel. There have been and will be many stern conversations about partying the night before *sigh with his brothers and a couple mates from high school I may have to nail warning notices all over the house that I have a flash new pair of gold stilettos and if he slurs one word or does one yawn during our vows or ceremony they will become a weapon.

Anyway that was long thanks for staying


This is now appears to be a wedding blog and since I have dragged you all though it I will find a way to make it worth it with some happy snaps I will take a million I promise to pass some along

I am at level Scream with this wedding

I assume all the dramas are very normal common wedding dramas but I feel them all multiplied when coupled with the fact that I’m doing it alone. Mr Molly’s is on some endless hitch away and all my closest friends and live far. I mentioned to someone the other day that it’s been a lonely experience and aside from having not enough time to get it all done I wish it would hurry up.

So from invitations never arriving, in-laws just inviting people, still no suit for the groom, apparently the cake is a big deal oops never even thought about the cake and to today’s fresh pile of wedding dump ..... the celebrant can’t do the ceremony and by the way “you have to get a new celebrant and fill all the forms out and signed witness by a JP pretty much right now”

Wow so now here I sit waiting for the new celebrant who charges 500 more to email me back the forms so I can try and beat the clock or no fucking wedding I lose all my deposits SREEEEeEeEeEaAaAaAaM


I am choosing to scream into this particular void so no one who is coming know crazy this is making me lmao

The story of my life

I lost the diamond out of my engagement ring

I woke up and it was gone I can’t remember seeing it in there last night but I’m pretty sure it was there yesterday and the only place I went was a run down the beach at 430 in the morning . I’m not working today so I have all day to search the house which I didn’t leave yesterday so fingers and toes are firmly crossed.

The saddest part it was my grandmothers who passed last month she gave it to me years ago and was so happy to have finally seen it on my finger oh god I hope I find it cause if it’s not here it’s likely at the beach and gone for good

So I read my blog and want to clarify

1. These friends we had they did have girlfriends from time to time I did feel jealous but it was never a thing (I didn’t know what I felt back then most of the feelings I explained are done so in hindsight)
2. I can’t say we are seeking love that doesn’t feel right, we have fun, and I think that In a different stage of life I can imagine it being so with me having a wicked cat who got the cream smile.
3. It doesn’t consume our passions it doesn’t feel like something’s missing from my life but I can be insatiable, I hate being lonely and I adore being the center of attention and mr molly enjoys that to

I guess what I’m tryna say is we are just two little polys in a pod

Xoxomollyxoxo

I have often thought about writing this blog or even how to word it but I’m not really know for my vocabulary excellence so let’s push on.

As of late I’ve noted the poly’s poking their head out in to the mainstream world. episodes of pretty well know shows have introduced one off polyamorous characters (a family 2 male 1 fem and a baby) more and more books and a slew of articles about younger generations in poly relationships becoming less taboo. These things jumped out off the screen at me it was amazing how amazing it was to me.

For a long time I have felt I was kinky off center with a secret not lust but love for having multiple men and not even in a sexual sense, well that to but that wasn’t how it started. Start is the wrong word, it just was.

Mr.Molly. he and I are high school sweethearts but we were never really alone he had a best friend absolute BFF we became a threesome without the sex, well not for his friend anyway. We were inseparable or about six months and then we broke up, it actually felt like a breakup he wanted to party, mr molly and I did not. I was sad I missed him so did mr molly. No long after another guy from our friend circle sort of attached to us and the same thing inseparable the three of us against the world. If I’m honest I loved (let’s call him Tim) Tim maybe as much as mr molly looking back. We never slept together though he did bear witness to mr molly and I’s eternal teenage lust more than a few times. We eventually moved away to another state though mr molly and I, and again I was sad like a breakup. We have both offer expressed regret not taking it further but we were young, I still adore Tim he’s married with kids now, mr Molly’s original friend is still partying lmao both will be at our wedding.


As we have gotten older life’s gotten crazy and in the way, we have had many lusty little adventures but all the best bedtime stories have another man in them. I remember how hot it was to be grinding on some guy on a dance floor, look over and spot mr Molly’s intense stare burning through everything else except the guys hand on my thigh inching closer to my pantyline. ****for perspectiveBefore I go on Mr molly doesn’t enjoy men sexually himself or wish to have another woman in our bed I don’t think my ownership nature could allow another female to share my men anyway, I will mess with girls on my own though****. I remember climbing through his bedroom window drunk after a nights out with the girls and watching his cock throb when I told him about some guy that had his hand up my skirt and tounge down my throat all night (he wanted full details). We have always had this thing we always thought we were freaky apparently not so much.

I think I was encouraged to write this blog due to a simple group of sentences uttered by the most amazing MrMolly himself hours after he got home from a two week hitch. He walked in flipped on the bed put his hand on my thigh....

“Damn for the last three days I was so f#*@ing horney because I had a day dream *aname* was sending me videos fucking you all over the house”

Damn it was so fitting a fantasy that’s it’s blown my mind for days and every spare moment my brain has that’s where it goes. Sometimes I think him and I are one person looking for love lmao we just want a good man to fuck me and all of us snuggle in on a Sunday with me as the middle spoon siiiiggggghhhhhhhhh

Well that was lots of words hope they make sense

xoxo mollly xoxo

There’s like a million things I could blog about but this is probably better

I think I’m getting closer to picking a song

Both work because we have waited so long to do it

I really love this plus the singer is Australian so that’s a thing

And we both adore this

we are two opposites that crashed and worked if ever there was so picking crap for a wedding is difficult to say the least

first dance

he wants

and i want