spiderlady
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I’m tired of feeling like I’m the only one trying in this relationship.
I’m poly. He’s, well the idea of an open FWB-type relationships are fine with him. He has no problem with me having sex with other guys, but you add emotions to the equation and he freaks the fuck out.
He was hurt badly, emotionally, most of his life, by family, and by his most recent (11 fucking years ago) ex. I get that, but damn it! I’m not her, nor am I like his family.
We had always (since the beginning of our relationship) talked about adding either a female or another couple to our relationship. We even talked about how we don’t want to be like my mother and stepfather and just fuck random people, that we’d like to be friends first. So without blatantly stating it, I thought we were on the same page of polyamory. No. We weren’t. Oh god, we weren’t.
He was of the mindset of FWB/swingers (which is exactly like my mother) and I was of polyamory mindset.
After talks and talk and talks, we both concluded we had major miscommunication. Ok, good… semi-same page now.
Now most of this came to a head back in March of this year. Since then, I’ve done research on top of research, and just for a change of pace, some more research. He's done none, except for the past two weeks, where he spent maybe a total of two hours on research. We don’t talk about it unless I bring it up.
I’m starting to hate him a bit for sticking his head in the sand. I understand he works full time, and goes to school full time. But the last two weeks, he was on break at school. So he wasn’t as brain dead. We could have TALKED ABOUT IT! But did we? Only when I brought it up.
I’m tried of being the only one trying. I told him, there’s no one on the sidelines that I’m waiting for. I just need communication about polyamory, to know that he’s thinking about it, that he’s trying to understand me.
He’s said before that he wants to know me; that he feels I’m changing. No, I’m not really changing, I’m just realizing what I want/need, and I’m making him see it, as well.
I need him to try. I’m tired of play-acting like everything is okay.
I’m poly. He’s, well the idea of an open FWB-type relationships are fine with him. He has no problem with me having sex with other guys, but you add emotions to the equation and he freaks the fuck out.
He was hurt badly, emotionally, most of his life, by family, and by his most recent (11 fucking years ago) ex. I get that, but damn it! I’m not her, nor am I like his family.
We had always (since the beginning of our relationship) talked about adding either a female or another couple to our relationship. We even talked about how we don’t want to be like my mother and stepfather and just fuck random people, that we’d like to be friends first. So without blatantly stating it, I thought we were on the same page of polyamory. No. We weren’t. Oh god, we weren’t.
He was of the mindset of FWB/swingers (which is exactly like my mother) and I was of polyamory mindset.
After talks and talk and talks, we both concluded we had major miscommunication. Ok, good… semi-same page now.
Now most of this came to a head back in March of this year. Since then, I’ve done research on top of research, and just for a change of pace, some more research. He's done none, except for the past two weeks, where he spent maybe a total of two hours on research. We don’t talk about it unless I bring it up.
I’m starting to hate him a bit for sticking his head in the sand. I understand he works full time, and goes to school full time. But the last two weeks, he was on break at school. So he wasn’t as brain dead. We could have TALKED ABOUT IT! But did we? Only when I brought it up.
I’m tried of being the only one trying. I told him, there’s no one on the sidelines that I’m waiting for. I just need communication about polyamory, to know that he’s thinking about it, that he’s trying to understand me.
He’s said before that he wants to know me; that he feels I’m changing. No, I’m not really changing, I’m just realizing what I want/need, and I’m making him see it, as well.
I need him to try. I’m tired of play-acting like everything is okay.