Good talks with my sis
Thanks for everyone's responses.
This day is kicking my ass emotionally. I'm pretty much a wreck.
ThatGirlinGrey, thanks for your list of hey you, listen ups. It was very helpful for me, except for #2. Phoebe has been really awesome about trying to respect boundaries, very careful, really receptive.
The only major transgression was the naked event, and I'm not even very blamey about that one. I've been trying to focus on my own response to that, instead of writing it off in their actions, and have been since the day it happened.
#4 is a little off too, because I feel like up until Phoebe read my posts, she was willing to do the work, talk it out, etc. I think that my saying I wouldn't date her independently, and was too pissed off to even really be friends right now (hence needing a total break to get clear), was too much, especially since in independent communication I have been continually expressing a desire to work things out.
I think I've pushed way past her comfort zone with my upset and need to process everything. I have been WAY emotional, and WAY overprocessy. It's my go-to when I'm feeling emotionally messed up, and that is a big issue for me. It's part of the reason I went on a break from communication, and turned to this board-- so that I could process HERE, and get clear before going back to her/him. That went well! Oops. Sheeeeesh.
I truly appreciate your compassion, and for you validating that I have a right to my experience and feelings. Thank you for that.
I don't feel like my work has been wasted. Whether things work out with her or not, I need to sort through this stuff, both personally, and in my primary relationship with Owen, if we're gonna keep being poly.
Currently, Owen is saying he doesn't want to continue with polyamory, as this has sucked so hard. Awesome! I'm feeling great about that! [sarcasm]
Opalescent, I think she was hurt, upset, angry and lashing out. I think Phoebe is tired of trying to talk to me about her feelings, because she doesn't feel like I hear her.
She doesn't want to bail on Owen. I'm trying to figure out if I can be cool with the two of them seeing each other without me. I guess until this afternoon, I really DID think that we could reconcile, after I sorted out my shit. Now I'm starting to realize how wrong I was about that.
I don't even know why I'm still writing on here, given that I'm totally outed to both of the people that I was seeking space from-- to just have a place to confide, to get advice from people who might be willing to share their wisdom and experience to help me get through this. But I guess I just can't enjoy that independent experience on my own. What's more, my basically private musings are now having decisions made on them. I feel upset about that, but it's my own fault for not saying, "Hey, I'm posting on polyamory.com. Please don't read it." It's my own fault for not lining up public with private completely. I didn't know public would BECOME private.
Shoot. Double shoot.
I said to her, "I never would have been so blunt if I thought your eyes would see my words. They were for me, not for you. For my heart, not for yours. For my healing, not for your destruction."
So, this is where I am. Tumultuous, not easy, not fun, problematic.
I came home from work early, because trying to do my job right now is just ridiculous.
I had an hour-long phone conversation with my sister. She has been poly for years, and knows what works for her through some (pretty intense) trial and error. She is under the same general impression that I have been thinking about for well over a month-- either get some peace around letting the two of them see each other independently, or let it go altogether; to not let this experience define poly for me; that we had lousy boundaries; got way ahead of ourselves; had some trust stuff happen; that ALL of that is pretty normal when starting out in poly; that I shouldn't allow one messed-up experience to colour my entire viewpoint of being poly with Owen; that having major issues in a poly-fi triad might just mean that *gasp* a poly-fi triad might not be the right set-up for us: a less involved relationship or a vee might be better; that there are lots of ways to be poly, and that expecting any one way to work just sets everyone involved up for failure.
She told me to be gentle with myself; to allow myself the time to heal my hurt; to reconnect with Owen; to take space from gf (wait, ex-gf, woah) and see if I can come back to a place of being friends with her.
She said to see the dude I met as friends, and not get involved until I was clear, if at all.
She said not to worry if my ex-gf can't handle my emotions; that I am my own person, and deserve to be loved and accepted just as I am, even if I have issues; that no one is perfect; and to stop beating myself up.
My sis and I have had some pretty major differences over the past couple of years, so needless to say, I was crying my face off while she was giving me all these props. Who knew something as awesome as reconnecting with my sister could come out of this? Silver linings, indeed.
I hate feeling like I need to make everything okay. Even this morning, replying to Phoebe's message, I was trying to make things better, to speak of my love and respect for her, telling her how I'm trying to heal things up so that I can come back to a relationship with her.
And yes, now I am asking myself "WHY?" as well. Why would I want to go back to her if I wouldn't want to date her on my own? I never even really asked myself that question, ridiculous as that sounds. There is so much stuff to get clear on, to sort through, to get in touch with on this journey. I never anticipated it.
I never anticipated how loopy I would get, how far I would project into the future. I won't be doing that again. I was even looking at freakin' real estate! NOT GOOD.
I never anticipated how upset I'd get over something as minor as them snuggling in bed together, even though I've watched them have sex dozens of times.
Me spazzing out (by which I mean crying nonstop) as a way of coping wasn't such a big surprise. I've done that before, and that's something to work on for me in the future (which I'm excited about, oddly). Nor was my anger a surprise. And I guess I'm not overly surprised that once that upset was triggered, it was pretty hard to get out of it. I don't know if that's "normal" or not, but it is for me.
I didn't anticipate this lock in my chest that has kept me from moving forward. I knew it wasn't working anymore, and that I needed to find a new way of being. But wow, this is intense and crazy! I didn't anticipate how seriously I would take things while two other people were casually having fun; or how conflicted I could be between anger/love/upset/wanting to make things better; I never knew I could love someone but need so much space from them at the same time; I never knew how much I would love/hate a triad.
I feel like there's a bunch of concrete poured into my chest.
Owen sent me thirteen text messages today, and they're not very nice. I guess I had it coming.
