Well, fuck a duck - PunkRock was already on the schedule, so he couldn't get the time off to attend the conference. I was seriously bummed earlier today, since I had gotten all sorts of excited about going. Then I got into a bad head space, and was in a total funk the entire rest of the day.
The rest of this is stream of consciousness writing - so sorry it's so long!
I started thinking about dating again, and how exactly that might work, what it might look like with me already having two primaries who are so very essential to every fiber of my being, and how much drama it could possibly entail. It's daunting. Most of all though, I was so worried about PunkRock, and how it might send HIM into a bad headspace, and how I never want to hurt him, at all, ever. But the fact remains - I'm poly. I feel like he may have this idea of me as being settled down now and fine with just our polyfi family, but it really isn't going to work that way. I really, really wanted it to be just the three of us, always, but it isn't realistic.
So, what to do? I have been really struggling with this for a few days now. Well, longer, but I was ignoring my situation until this issue came up with the texting dude this weekend. (Who has not texted me in a couple of days - which is good, because now I have space to figure out what I want.) I have been afraid to talk more about my feelings with PunkRock, again because I am worried about hurting him, and worried about him telling me he can't handle me being with anyone else.
But that is terrible. It will only make things worse if I don't communicate. We had a little bit of a discussion, had sex, and then went to sleep this afternoon. After dinner, I was sitting in the living room, and he came in and asked me why I was being so weird, basically. Then I remembered why I love him so fucking much. Seriously, he always, always, ALWAYS gives me a safe space to talk out what I'm thinking. He offers it up and then listens.
So, I remembered that he loves me, and he is present and he has always supported my crazy. We talked it through and I am much better now. He re-iterated that he loves ME, and that means my poly self, my high sex drive and my heart. He says he wants to work on getting himself ready for me dating, and that he's in this for life - long term, forever.
I feel bad that I shut him down in my head and forget that he has never done anything to make me question his care and concern for me. At every juncture, at every turning, he grabs my hand and holds tight.
Yeah. So now I am going to work on me - and figure out what exactly I want and need from an outside relationship, and what I want it to look like. I'm really not sure. I'm scared, honestly. I don't really want to go through a string of play parties and random dates. I want to be discerning. I want to find someone that will fit into the space I create - whatever that looks like. I need to figure out what I can offer.
How long that will take, I don't know. I have a wedding to plan, after all.

But I do know that I will do it with two amazing men in my life who make me feel wonderful, and whole and happy and not broken. That's pretty great.