Lucian and I have been in what is pretty much an
"inactive" triad for a while now. He had requested the approval to have
another partner to see a couple times a year as time allowed. I never
really thought it would bother me so much as it has. I am not all that
new to the concept of polyamory - but I have always been on the other
side of the triad so to speak. I have always found myself being the one
with multiple partner while they tend to only end up seeking me out. I
can see now that I am on the other side of the coin that I never really
quite understood it as well as I thought I did. I have managed to get
past most of my jealousy and insecurities...but the part I can't see to
get rid of is my hatred.
I don't care about him seeing other people, I don't mind sharing - I know he is coming home to me. I believe him when he tells me that. What I do know what to do with is my hatred of this other person. Not that they are taking him away from me, but the building blocks of who they are. Its caused a lot of harm in my relationship. It led to ultimatums, and the only real rule/guideline/parameter I really wanted. I've lost my ability to say "no." Its led to this "I do it or I am gone" situation. There isn't anything keeping me from leaving - but I do not want to leave. I still struggle with this sometimes. He tells me I am so important but he would rather not be with me then not be able to fuck her. Doesn't that make fucking her once a year or maybe only once for the rest of your life (which could be the case) more important then me?
I hate her though. I really do. I have met a lot of nasty people in my life - I don't think I have ever met anyone I despised more then this. She is his ex, his last partner before me and there is a little history there, but all of their physical relationship was just bad. When he asked to be able to see her, I wanted to change that. I tried to get to know her, told myself that if he sees so much in her that I could find something to like. Something to make her something I would mind sharing the person I think may be the love of my life. Every time we talk, she shows more of herself. More of the horrible person she is who is so utterly dysfunctional, who cannot for the life of her communicate and seems to ruin all her relationships and never stops to think that she might have a tiny microscopic role in any of it. Always someone else, always. Never had a good relationship, never had female friends. (For crying out loud, she literally emailed me and told me how she is surprised I am still emailing her because she had never met a woman who could want to be her friend past a conversation or two. WHO SAYS THAT? Better yet, who says that and doesn't realize a common theme?) I try to tell myself its that I know too much, knowing psychology like I do - its hindering me. At the same time though - I know its the truth. What do I do with that?
I don't know how to work past my feelings for her. I don't know how to work past the idea of her contaminating him, ruining him. I know this is all me - but how do I fix me? I don't know how to stop envisioning him touching her when he is touching me. I hate feeling this way and yet I don't know how to move past it - and most of all I hate the fact that I am allowing her to get in between us. I want him to see her and get it over with, but I don't know how I am going to manage getting over it when he gets back either.
Most of all, I hate feeling like I can't share this anymore.
I don't care about him seeing other people, I don't mind sharing - I know he is coming home to me. I believe him when he tells me that. What I do know what to do with is my hatred of this other person. Not that they are taking him away from me, but the building blocks of who they are. Its caused a lot of harm in my relationship. It led to ultimatums, and the only real rule/guideline/parameter I really wanted. I've lost my ability to say "no." Its led to this "I do it or I am gone" situation. There isn't anything keeping me from leaving - but I do not want to leave. I still struggle with this sometimes. He tells me I am so important but he would rather not be with me then not be able to fuck her. Doesn't that make fucking her once a year or maybe only once for the rest of your life (which could be the case) more important then me?
I hate her though. I really do. I have met a lot of nasty people in my life - I don't think I have ever met anyone I despised more then this. She is his ex, his last partner before me and there is a little history there, but all of their physical relationship was just bad. When he asked to be able to see her, I wanted to change that. I tried to get to know her, told myself that if he sees so much in her that I could find something to like. Something to make her something I would mind sharing the person I think may be the love of my life. Every time we talk, she shows more of herself. More of the horrible person she is who is so utterly dysfunctional, who cannot for the life of her communicate and seems to ruin all her relationships and never stops to think that she might have a tiny microscopic role in any of it. Always someone else, always. Never had a good relationship, never had female friends. (For crying out loud, she literally emailed me and told me how she is surprised I am still emailing her because she had never met a woman who could want to be her friend past a conversation or two. WHO SAYS THAT? Better yet, who says that and doesn't realize a common theme?) I try to tell myself its that I know too much, knowing psychology like I do - its hindering me. At the same time though - I know its the truth. What do I do with that?
I don't know how to work past my feelings for her. I don't know how to work past the idea of her contaminating him, ruining him. I know this is all me - but how do I fix me? I don't know how to stop envisioning him touching her when he is touching me. I hate feeling this way and yet I don't know how to move past it - and most of all I hate the fact that I am allowing her to get in between us. I want him to see her and get it over with, but I don't know how I am going to manage getting over it when he gets back either.
Most of all, I hate feeling like I can't share this anymore.