The Best Life Yet

Good luck with all this, Reverie -- I hope Rider gets to have the conversation with Claire ASAP and that it doesn't spiral into drama. Her reaction to your letter makes me think she's quick to jump to the worst possible conclusion. People like that are exhausting. And Claire doesn't seem to have a healthy relationship with alcohol, either, which is worrisome.
 
I've been meaning to out myself as a reader of your blog too, so now I can just follow nycindie. :D You do write really well and I can often empathize with your situation. Hope everything works out with Rider and Claire, one way or another!
 
Thanks, everyone, for the compliments and well-wishes. Things are apparently going to get worse before they get better.

Rider has backpedaled. Now his "break" with Claire is going to be more like a "break lite"—and on her terms, no less. As it happens, she'd signed up to work at an event that runs every Sunday night for the next month and a half, so she wasn't going to be able to hang out much over that time span anyway. He was thinking that THAT was a good time for their "break" but that they'd still remain in romantic contact, just more sporadically.

So, it appears that his newly laid "boundary" of what kind of partner he is willing to have is kind of a farce. If there is one thing that I can't stand about Rider, it is his complete and utter lack of a backbone when it comes to setting boundaries with and standing up to her. I'm over it.

I can't be a party to the toxicity of their relationship leaching into ours—into me—any longer.

If he were setting a hard line with her: "I'm taking a break until you come to me and tell me that you've done the work required to be able to treat your metamours civilly," then she would be motivated to change. Instead, he is just reiterating "how important this is" to him, which he's done time and time again. Same shit, different day.

Well, I'm taking my power back.

I still want to be with him, and I still feel fairly certain that eventually we'll end up together, but I refuse to continue to be in a relationship with someone who would date people who can't treat me with mature civility. And so, after we get back from our anniversary trip the weekend of the 20th-22nd, *I* am initiating a "break."

And that's how it will stay until either she grows up or he grows a backbone.

I have been dragged through this drama—HER drama—for a year now, and he has tolerated it. He's made excuses, and "grandfathered her in" to slide beneath a bar he sets for anyone else. And it's been my own fault for not realizing it sooner: I don't need to tolerate his tolerating it.

Before, I was thinking about it as a cost/benefit analysis: I get more out of being with him than I suffer from being "tied" to her, so I still come out ahead. But there is no coming out ahead in a life that can be tipped sideways at any moment by a metamour who is, at best, immature, and, at worst, mentally ill.

People on this board, in comments and PMs have been asking me for a while why I put up with the fact that he puts up with her. And it's really because I allowed my love to blind me and to make my OWN boundary fuzzy. No longer.

I refuse to stay in a relationship where there is a chance of chaos ensuing if metamours want to attend a public or group event. Where well-meant communication ends in the silent treatment directly, but with accusations of malice passed on through a third party. Where he tells her about how he screwed me out of Christmas to keep things going with her, and she says, "And you're telling me this why?"

He said he COULDN'T invoke a "hard break" right now because it's two days before Valentine's Day. And I said, "OK, how about next week?" And he said, "Well, but that's three weeks before her birthday." THREE WEEKS.

And I have a choice about whether I want to sit on this pressure building up inside of me as I view his wishy-washy spinelessness in action for a whole additional month. And I choose NO. Hard line in the sand. From here on out, I refuse to be with anyone whose other partners treat me like shit. If he wants to be with me, he needs to grow a spine. I'd be perfectly fine with him being with Claire—or being with WHOMEVER—if it wasn't an ever-generating drama-and-destruction machine. But it is. And in ten days, if nothing has changed, I'm out. He can come to me when something has changed, and I'll take him back with full forgiveness and grace.

I fully understand the dangers of this:

1) He may choose to fill the space I've left with more of her, which will give her even less motivation to change.

2) He may interpret my willingness to walk away from a toxic situation as my caring less than I actually do, and feel that his eggs are better placed in the basket of the person who didn't walk away.

3) If I move ahead with all of my life plans right now—the move to Opposite Coast being the biggie—and things take a long time to change, this may indeed be a permanent ending.

4) I will have to end things with Sam as well, because I know that Sam won't be comfortable being with me when I am not with Rider.

5) I will probably be really lonely, and it will be tempting to compromise my boundary, especially since I do intend on keeping my best-friendship with Rider. I just need to keep the sex and the romance out of it, because I need to not feel as invested.

I am willing to face all of these terrifying, really shitty things. I am strong enough to do it. I can't continue to accept, in exchange for the best love I've ever known, a tenuous peace and the feeling of never knowing when the next bomb will drop. I need to explode everything that is potentially explosive, by my own hand, and see what still stands afterward. Whatever is rubble would have fallen anyway, possibly on my head. Whatever stands will be the base for my new home.
 
Wow, Reverie. I admire you for making this choice. You gotta look out for yourself and it seems that you are willing to deal with the possible consequences that come from standing up for what you need. Ugh, I understand the frustration of dealing with otherwise great men who constantly prove to be ineffectual and wishy-washy. One can only scream, "step up, man!" so many times before we realize it is falling on deaf ears.

If I were you, I would put everything from: "I can't be a party to the toxicity . . ." to ". . . Same shit, different day" and then from "I refuse to stay in a relationship where there is a chance of chaos . . ." to "I'll take him back with full forgiveness and grace" from your last post in a letter or email and give it to him. You are so clear, hopefully he will get it.
 
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Tough times for you.

It's a shame but sounds like it'll be a good choice for you in the long run. It has sounded to me for a while Rider is excellent in that he doesn't limit you in any way and is supportive of you and loving toward you, that the flip side is that he avoids conflict and saying what he needs/wants to the point that he isn't truthful.

He can see that the situation with Claire is upsetting to you so promises various ways of sorting it out with her. I'd guess that he does the same with Claire to try and prevent her becoming upset about you.

The bottom line seems to be that both of you end up upset regularly.

Well done for making a clear choice.

IP
 
I am sorry that this as occurred. Just confused as why Sam doesn't have the option to stay involved with you. Seems like your being independent in taking the decision away from him.
 
Well, getting worse before it got better was almost an understatement.

I did message Rider with most of the blog post (before I even saw the recommendation to), because I am completely transparent with him about everything, and I thought that the blog post laid out pretty well what I was thinking and feeling.

My goal in initiating the break was to remove myself from a situation that was growing more and more toxic to me, until such time that it was no longer toxic, either by Claire making some changes (and proving it somehow), or Rider being willing to leave Claire until she did make those changes.

How HE took it was pretty much the most hurtful thing ever. And it didn't come out until way into our conversation. We were on our way back from picking up a pizza, and he asked me whether I was going to pull the breakup card every time we got into a serious situation in our relationship. I was stunned and didn't know what he meant—why on Earth would I do that, and where had he gotten that idea? After a year of being together, with some pretty serious ups and downs at times, THIS was the first time I'd ever mentioned taking a break.

It slowly came out that, even though I'd made it clear (or so I thought) that I was doing it for self-preservation, he was viewing my talk of a break as though it were some emotionally violent trump card that I was pulling on him just to make him do what I wanted—a last-ditch tantrum to say "her or me." I have no idea how he pulled that meaning out of what I wrote to him, because it VERY CLEARLY stated that I'm fine with him seeing whomever, as long as they don't continue/begin to wreak havoc in a way that affects me.

He thought I was being manipulative and wicked, and that I was trying to force his hand into doing exactly what I wanted. I was shocked into tears, completely terrified and adrift that this person whom I thought knew me better than anyone could read malice into my motives. It seemed way more of a "Claire thought" than a "Rider thought." And, totally out of character for him, after it came out, he got conversationally aggressive with me.

When I said, "Well, that [repeatedly pulling the breakup card just to get my way] would be really fucked up! The behavior of a crazy person!" And he was like, "Yeah, it would be!" in this really challenging tone. And so I was like, "Is that what you think of me? Have I ever given you any indication that that is who I am?" And at this point, I was crying uncontrollably. And he said that, no, I hadn't, but he'd also never had anyone "put pressure on him like that" or use the threat of a breakup as a weapon.

He also accused me of never really intending to take any time off—rather I just expected him to cave instantly to my desires of being rid of her. I don't know HOW he got that reading out of what I'd said to him, which had included stuff about how it could be a day, a week, a month, or whatever, but I hoped it wasn't forever. I guess he thought that was just part of the manipulation?

So, quivering, I laid out for him exactly what I'd been trying to do: remove myself from a situation if it doesn't feel healthy for me; not leave his life entirely, just pull myself out to a less-involved level until he can sort shit out with her that he claims to want to do for himself anyway; state and stick to my own boundary, and what he does about that is up to him. And for a moment, a flicker of understanding and recognition flashed across his face. And he told me to look him in the eyes and tell him that everything I was saying was true. Like I was making it all up or something, and the only way he'd know for sure was to hear me restate it. It was terrifying and humiliating, but I did it. And then he all but collapsed with regret, apologizing to me.

And he said that because so much of what I'd said had been written, not spoken, he must have misinterpreted it, and he made me promise that if I ever had big stuff to talk to him about, that I say it face to face first. That one was a tough one for me, because I express myself in a far more complete and organized manner through the written word than I do in an oral conversation, since I get easily distracted and taken on tangents while speaking and listening. But I promised.

And he asked me what the bare minimum was that I would accept to sort of scrape by until Claire cleans up her act, so that he could extract it from her and maybe make a break unnecessary. He asked me for a list, which I am going to work on tonight, and I am definitely putting some things for her on there, but also some things from him. One of those things for him is that he read "More Than Two" so that he can get an idea of the difference between a personal boundary and a threat.

I honestly suspect that maybe he's never run up against a self-preservation boundary before, and perhaps doesn't really have any strong ones himself. That's the only thing that I can think of that could explain his completely shocking outburst of suspicion. I know that three of his last four relationships (all monogamous) kind of faded away more than they exploded, and in the remaining case (which was actually his first time with Claire), he was the one who called it off.

Once I was able to finally, FINALLY explain the thing in terms that he could understand, I think he really did feel bad. He said that my talk of a break had seemed sudden and impulsive, but I'd been dropping it into conversation for months that I wasn't going to be able to deal with her shit forever, and her reaction to my letter was kind of the straw that broke the camel's back. For months, I'd been thinking that was my ace in the hole—the thing that could maybe make her finally come around—and when it completely backfired, the whole thing just seemed hopeless. When he said he was taking a break from her, I suddenly felt such relief—the light at the end of the tunnel: she was either going to improve or be gone. Then when that hope was taken from me, I realized I had to take my own situation into my own hands. So I did.

I explained that I'd figured that he'd do his month of waiting, or whatever it was he felt comfortable doing, and then he'd fix things by laying down the line for her and come to me with that information. I just didn't want to wait with bated breath, enduring the rollercoaster with the pressure building up inside of me, while he sat on pause until the time he deemed was right. I wanted to extricate myself from the situation and distance myself from it emotionally, then reintegrate when it was again safe and healthy for me.

I apologized for freaking him out (because I did feel really bad about that part), but I explained that there is nothing AGAINST HIM in my taking measures to protect myself from the ever-looping drama rollercoaster. It's about what I need in order to feel calm and happy.

And he finally "got it." And we watched part of a movie, then went to bed and cuddled, and I sobbed on him for a while, because even though he'd apologized, it'd been really traumatic for me to have him turn on me like that and assume the worst, when he'd always been my ally and, since I've known him, my closest friend. We went to sleep without sex, because when he kissed me, it just made me sadder.

This morning we woke up and talked about things a bit more, and he said that he understands if I need to take a break. He understands why now. He still wants to try to find a workable way around doing it, because he hates the idea of my withdrawing any intimacy from him (of course, I do too!). So the break is still on the table, and he is dealing with it like an adult. And he is still taking his "soft break" from Claire.

We ended up having a bunch of really good sex, and we're still madly in love. And he respects my position and that I felt like I needed to lay that boundary down. I think that over the long run, things will be OK, but DAMN, was that whole thing scary. I really just hope that my agreeing to his request to keep important communication spoken-first prevents anything like yesterday from ever happening again, because there's nothing like looking into the face of the person you love most and realizing that they are seeing a monster when they look at you.
 
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Just confused as why Sam doesn't have the option to stay involved with you. Seems like your being independent in taking the decision away from him.

That has to do with the dynamic between Rider, Sam, and me. Rider and Sam have been best friends for over 20 years, and Sam has been skittish from the start about how his getting involved with me might affect their friendship. I know—I just know it—that if I were to try to keep seeing Sam while on a break with Rider, Sam would feel super-weird about it. He sees me as "Rider's girlfriend" that he gets occasional fun and sexy access to. Not that we don't have our own friendship and connection—we do!—but if I dropped down to "just friends" with Rider, I'd have to do the same with Sam. It's just how it is between the three of us.
 
Things have been tentatively good. I made "the list" that Rider asked of me—the barely-scraping-by minimums that I need him and Claire to agree to this week if he is to avoid my taking a break for my own emotional space and sanity. I made Claire's part of the list two-part: one set of minimums for before her birthday (3/9), and one set that Rider needs to be willing to hard-line after her birthday, or to walk away from her, if I am to remain in the relationship. My bare minimums for BEFORE Claire's birthday included the following:

Claire's Pre-Birthday Part

1. There is an event that runs every weekend for 5 or 6 weeks that recurs annually. I generally go every year. This year, Rider and I had planned to go together. After we'd made that plan, Claire signed up to work at the event every day that it runs, and it is the sort of thing where we'll almost certainly run into her. I need her to be somewhere on the spectrum of civil to friendly when she runs into us.

2. She must agree to actively make an effort to avoid assuming the worst about me; if there is a charitable explanation, apply it. I'm tired of her complaining to Rider these negative interpretations of things I've done. (I have promised to do the same in regards to her.)

3. She must agree to not start drama or make Rider feel guilty about events she opts out of because she knows I'll be there, when it was her choice not to go.

4. She must agree to notify me immediately if there's ever an emergency-type situation involving Rider that she is present for and he can't contact me.

5. She must be willing to listen to Rider's explanation of the places that he eventually wants our polyship to go, with the understanding that he will be negotiating for these things in time. This is for two reasons: a) so she is not blind-sided by a moving target just when she's gotten to the next comfort level and b) so she can decide whether she wants to continue on in the relationship given that they seem to desire wildly different methods of doing poly. I know from my own experience that being subject to the "moving target" method of your relationship partner going after what they want is maddening and inherently prone to drama creation. Better to have it all out up front.

Claire's Post-Birthday Part

1. She must agree to not "make" Rider choose between us for public events or large social gatherings held by Rider or by our mutual friends, even when they are on "her time." I am really over her discomfort dictating where I can and cannot be.

2. She must be able to treat me cordially if/when we encounter each other at these events. We don't have to hang out and be "best buds," but at least respect the rules of common courtesy (no stink-eye, say excuse me, please, thank you, etc.).

3. If there is a conflict between the two of us, she needs to bring it to me directly, instead of or at least in addition to bringing it to Rider. She must agree that I can do the same without incurring a dramatic price on anyone's behalf merely for making the contact. In other words, we should handle things like adults.

Rider's Part

1. Read More than Two in the near future, so that he can understand the difference between a personal boundary and a threat.

2. Actively make an effort to avoid assuming the worst about me. (I have promised to do the same in regards to him.)

3. Reopen a dialog with Claire about what my intent had been with my letter, and make it clear to her that I had not been acting maliciously.

4. Do some soul-searching about what his own personal boundaries and deal-breakers are. He does not have to bring this information to me if he doesn't want to, but he needs to think about it, because I don't think he really has ever spent any time on it.

5. Mitigate for Claire-related chaos in my life as much as possible, including taking his own responsibility for stuff related to her so that I am not made to suffer in payment for his forgetting or neglecting to do something with/for her. If he screws up with her, he cannot throw his time with me under the bus to straighten things out.

6. Don't "kid glove" public events with her. If there's something that we all want to go to, we should all be able to go.

7. Bring to Claire an explanation of where he eventually wants the relationship to go (in terms of being less separatist) so that she can make decisions and be less blind-sided.

8. Be willing to walk away from Claire if she can not meet my bare minimums and his own. This is a choice, not a command, but if she can't meet them, then he needs to be able to walk away from her, or I will need to walk away from him.

I sent him that list late Saturday night, while he was over at Claire's. She had to leave for her gig super-early Sunday morning, so he came over and crawled in bed with me, and we slept in. It felt really nice. When we woke up, we went over to his house, where he was keeping Claire's dog for her for the day, to keep the critter company. He read the list, and nodded in agreement with everything. He said it all seemed perfectly reasonable, and added in his own things that he wanted her to do. He told me he'd talk to her about the pre-birthday list items this week (yes, yes, I know I've heard that before, but I'm trying to compromise a little bit—I'm still sticking to my boundary if this doesn't go the way it has to go to get my needs met).

With that discussion out of the way, we headed out to lunch with a friend of his who is also his ex-girlfriend whom he dated from like 2009–2011. I like her quite a bit. She seems sweet, if somewhat reserved. She's the one who invited us out, and specifically included me in the invite, so she must like me too. It was a short lunch, but it was pleasant.

After lunch, we parted ways with Rider's friend, and Rider and I went on an unfruitful search for a place that would install a car stereo for me same-day, so that we can have some music on our trip this coming weekend. In the end, I decided to just order the stuff from Amazon, watch a YouTube tutorial, and try to do it myself. That will probably be my Thursday-morning project.

Then, after a year of having it on our to-do list, we finally went to the local legendary ice cream parlor. You know, the kind of place that serves ice cream in an actual kitchen sink. We split a sundae—we have very similar taste in ice cream—and then took our food coma back to his couch to keep the dog company again. After a while, Claire was off of work, so he dropped the dog off to her and returned to me. As we lay on the couch, deciding what to do next, I told him that it had been a long time since we'd written a song—October or November, I think. We decided to give it a try.

It totally worked! We sat down with our minds set on songwriting, and after a couple of hours, we were able to lay down a (super) rough demo so we could remember what we'd written. For the lyrics, I drew from our recent experience, and the result was a sad-but-hopeful song written in a minor key that was quite a bit different from our usual sound.

The other thing I had my mind set on that night was some kinky sex. Rider has really gotten me hooked on it, to the point where I dream about it and it has begun to invade my own fantasies. It was getting pretty late, but sometimes a little sleep loss is worth it. We had an amazing time. It's kind of mind-blowing to me how interested in that sort of thing I've become. Rider has been into that stuff forever, and I'd experimented with it a bit on and off from about 14–24, but I'd had kind of a bad experience with someone who was always trying to push me too far when I wasn't ready, so I'd gotten soured on it for a long time and just preferred things to be "regular." It's almost like he's slowly awakening a beast that had been pushed into hibernation by an earlier, less considerate partner. I'm having so much fun with it!

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Yesterday, I had to work kind of late. My new underling at my company got fired for incompetence (she deserved it), so I'm going to have to reabsorb some of her duties and work extra hours until such time that my boss picks a new helper for me. It's a bummer, but I get paid by the hour, and I can always use the money. After work, I headed over to Rider's to buzz the underside of his hair for him (another skill learned from a YouTube video!) and eat the burrito he made me. He surprised me with a heart-shaped box of chocolates! I love discount candy, haha. It tastes just as good, and we poor people can afford it.

But the best thing about yesterday was that we got to hang out with my girl-crush, Candace! She'd deleted her Facebook (my only way of being in contact with her), citing addiction to it, and over IM yesterday, I'd told Rider that I wanted to see about hanging out with her. I knew he had her number, because he had given her a guitar lesson before. He texted her, and she wrote back immediately, asking if we could meet up with her and bring her a poster that our other friend had given Rider to give her.

I was nervous, because I really thought I might like this girl, despite not really knowing her IRL. From Facebook, I knew that she's pretty, witty, down to earth, and we seem to have similar taste in things. In real life, she was all that and more.

I carefully dropped bisexuality into the conversation when we were talking about mothers, explaining that my mother is really religious but eventually accepted that I'm bi, even if she was weird about it at first. She was all like, "Oh, god, I could never come out to my mother!" And then we had a nice conversation about being bi. There were definite flirtation vibes going on there. ::squee!:: As for Rider, he mostly hung back and let me do my thing. I didn't get a reliable sense of whether Candace was interested in him, but it seemed like she MIGHT be at least open to the idea, based on a couple of things she said. We shall see. At the very least, I'd like to form a friendship and see where things go between her and me.

Rider and I got back to his place and had fantastic sex, then I slept so very deeply that the alarm this morning felt like it was a transmission coming through a haze from an alien planet.

Tonight, Rider is supposed to see Claire. He has either tonight or Thursday night to have The Talk with her for real, about their "soft break" (i.e., hiatus of their regular schedule) and about the items on my pre-birthday bare-minimum list. I am sticking to my own principles and choosing to hope for the best from him rather than fear for the worst. "The best," of course, would be that he gets it over with tonight, sticks to his guns no matter what she says, and reports everything back to me honestly and expediently so that I can process it ASAP and we can discuss it tomorrow. Either way, this is my last week of the really annoying part; if things go poorly this week, then I am instating my own break come next week, and at least I will no longer be a part of it.

It's so weird, because the me+him part of the equation runs 95% smoothly: unprecedented levels of honesty, an impressive number of things in common (including a similar sense of humor and taste in music so spot-on that there are only three bands we've ever disagreed on), INCREDIBLE sexual chemistry and synergy, great rapport with each other's friends, similar life goals and ideas of what we want relationships, living situations, and even retirement to look like...I could go on and on. Sure, we've had a couple dark moments, but they were always growth opportunities on the other side.

But there have been ever-flowing bad vibes from her end of things. From wanting to be DADT at the beginning of the relationship, which made us have to do silly things like do a sweep to remove all evidence that I'd been at his apartment before I left...to her throwing a shit-fit when he wanted to spend my birthday weekend with me...to this most recent debacle with the Superb Owl party...and everything in between, nearly all of the pain and inconvenience this relationship has caused me has been due to her wanting me to have less or wanting to pretend that I don't exist. And it's so unhealthy. It's going to be over one way or the other.

I tried so hard for so long to make things run smoothly. I felt compersion for them for a long time. I felt so lucky that I was in a relationship where the person that I loved had someone else who could fulfill things for him that I couldn't fulfill: access to a varied body-type, for example; an experienced hand at kink stuff; a super-long shared history; whatever secret sex skills that each person has that are different from anyone else's; etc.

But then I realized that I was actually kind of unlucky. I had unwittingly stumbled into a situation with a metamour who, to be honest, I don't think is completely ready for poly. I don't think she's a bad person, but I think she needs to learn better communication skills, do some work on her own fears and insecurities (perhaps with counseling, if she can't handle them on her own), learn how to be more compassionate and less defensive, and develop the courage needed to face problems head-on.

I'd much rather be in a situation where my metamour is someone who is laid-back, down-to-earth, open to communication, open to friendship with me, optimistic and sweet of demeanor, and can handle her own issues without lashing out and damaging the polyship. It may be that I am "stuck with" Claire if I choose to be with Rider. Which is why I may have to make the choice not to be with Rider, if he can't either accelerate her growth or leave her.

Yes, he feels like bliss incarnate to me. Yes, I really could see myself marrying him someday, if he doesn't come packaged with a prickly metamour. But I owe it to myself to free up that "main partner" slot to see if I can find a situation more like what I want. Who knows? Maybe I won't ever find that. Maybe after a long time of searching, I'll have to admit to myself that I gave up too easily. But I'll never know unless I try.
 
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A transcript of the update I got this evening:

Reverie: How's it going, lover?

Rider: Sorry for the delay. Mixed results overall. She did say she's willing to work on it.

Reverie: Willing to work on it like...not giving a solid yes? Because this was a bare minimum.

Rider: It was a lot for her all at once, so we're going to talk about it some more probably on Thursday. I just needed to know that she intended to work with me in this, and she said she would.

Reverie: That all sounds pretty vague to me.

Rider: I think I'll have more info on Thursday, hopefully.

Reverie: What is the "it" that she's willing? Which part is the issue?

Rider: I talked about everything with her, and I let her know that if we both can't budge, then I'm willing to walk away. The it being her hardline separatist policy.

Reverie: Well, OK, as an overall thing. Do we have an agreement to the five points?

Rider: Yes, plus the soft break.

Reverie: So the event is go?

Rider: The event was sticky for her, but we're going to talk more about it later.

Reverie: Well that's the important part. Because everything else is internal. That's the only proof of change.

Rider: I'll explain more tomorrow. It was a very healthy, straight ahead talk for me.

Reverie: I'm proud of you for doing it.

Rider: Thank you. I'll try to sort it all out more with her Thursday.

Reverie: I know it can't have been easy.

Rider: No it wasn't. It felt good though. OK I better go. I love you.

Reverie: Well I need a yes on the event in order to proceed. That is as much as I am willing to compromise. I guess I'll find out on Thursday. I love you too.
 
How do you feel about that, Reverie?

Thank you for sharing your journey, you write well and it's been very helpful understanding different relationship dynamics, issues, and such esp. for someone new to solo poly myself. I really appreciate your willingness to be so open about it all with us. Props and best of luck. : )

Ray
 
How do you feel about that, Reverie?

Well, I feel pretty good this morning after talking to him some more. He sounds like he's possibly willing to go for the "hard break" with her as early as next week, or even tomorrow, if it sounds like she's not willing to compromise on being civil at the event. He said this:

"It makes way more sense to me to initiate a break with her since the problem is on that side than it does to take a break with you, when you and I functioning smoothly together. It's true what you said when you quoted the book [More than Two]. When someone shows up and raises the bar, it's evolve or die."

Which is, of course, what I was thinking all along, but he kind of balked when I'd said it, and I guess he had to come to it on his own. If the kind of poly that he wants and the kind that I want match up, and the kind that he wants and the kind that she wants don't match up, then what sense does it make to lose the relationship that is closer to his ideal in order to accommodate the relationship that in no way resembles his ideal? No sense at all! I'm SO GLAD that he's finally gotten that far.

We both said we were prepared for our break to start on Monday, if it comes to that. I'd said that I guess he and I will attend the event platonically next weekend, and we also had made plans to hang out with Allie that weekend, so that will be platonic as well, if there is a break in place. Plus, Candace seems very eager to hang out with us when we get back from our trip this weekend, so we'd have to keep that all platonic as well.

He didn't seem very happy about any of that, and he said that he would hate to miss out on fun sexytimes with me+Allie and me+Candace because of break-type conditions, so I think that that may also be a factor in his being more eager to resolve this than he had previously been. I'd hate to miss out on it too, so I hope he continues this trajectory of positive change of mind.

For today, I will leave you with the lyrics to the song we wrote Sunday, which we will be working on fine-tuning tonight:

What a sorry mess we’ve found ourselves in:
can’t bear the thought of losing, but won’t pay the price to win.
The chaos whips around us; stand solid with me here.
If we close our eyes and hold our breaths, it can’t hurt us, my dear.

But the sandstorm’s swirling little grains,
they slowly wear us down,
and ostriches aren’t really safe
with their heads stuck in the ground.
So let’s face this change, my babe.

I know it isn’t easy, and I know it turns you blue,
but sometimes it’s the toughest choice that marks the path most true.
To build our tower stable, we must start from level land,
and tearing down old structures takes a strong and steady hand.

‘Cause the sandstorm’s swirling little grains
will slowly wear us down,
and we will never feed ourselves from
paved and poisoned ground.
So let’s face this change now, babe.


(instrumental)

‘Cause the sandstorm’s swirling little grains
can never wear us down,
if we’re safe within our shelter
built on newly leveled ground.
So let’s face this change now.


(dramatic guitar chord)
 
Oooh, those lyrics! Brilliant and moving!

Aw, thank you, nycindie! I promise that Rider's guitar is just as pretty, but it doesn't post well to my blog, haha.

One thing I completely forgot to mention in all of this Claire/Rider drama is Pablo. Pablo is the insanely hot bi guy from my housewarming party who left me unimpressed by being so shallow. I've since spoken to him when he was less drunk, and I have developed a more favorable opinion of him. The important thing about him right now is that he is the one guy that I've ever known about who brings out heteroflexibility in Rider. Rider actually thinks that he might want to do sexytimes things with him, and, indeed, they put on a show of kissing for me (and then including me in a three-way kiss!) a few weeks ago. I only just remembered about this because Rider just texted me that Pablo messaged him asking if we wanted to go to a theater performance with him.

With a possible break impending, and with Candace and Allie clamoring to get on our books, I don't know WHEN we'd fit a date with Pablo in, but the performance runs only through next weekend. Seriously, it's raining hot people. As soon as this whole Claire thing straightens out, we're going to have a true bonanza on our hands, not to mention that Jake is visiting me next month AND I'm visiting Moss two weeks later. Poly-glut!
 
I really need to learn to keep my mouth shut. The problem is that before Rider was ever a lover, he was a best friend, and so my friendly advice comes out of my mouth, unbidden, before I even have a chance to think. In this case, it (as it often does) ended up subverting my own desires.

The plan since Tuesday was that Rider would pick up his conversation with Claire tonight and get a clear yes or no about her stance on the event, at which point he would decide whether to take a hard break from her, OR I would plan to instate my break from him come Monday (when we return from our trip). He had been talking yesterday about all of the things he has to do today: band practice with a friend's side project that he is sitting in on, the talk with Claire, and attendance of the weekly casual dinner party slash jam session that he usually attends with Claire.

I asked him a little while ago when (as in what time) he thought he'd be talking to Claire, just so I could have an idea of when I could expect to hear from him. He told me he was probably going to talk to her at the party.

Uh.

So, breaking up with her is on the table, and he was thinking of having the discussion AT A PARTY? Whuuuuuu.... So I asked him if he really thought that that was a good idea, given that a breakup was on the table, and he said, "Oh, good point. I see what you mean." And then he went on to say that maybe they wouldn't get a chance to talk about it tonight then—maybe it would have to wait until next week.

I reminded him that it was part of our agreement to get this taken care of before we left for the trip, if he wanted to avoid the break, and he said he knew that, and he was prepared to handle the break if it came to that. He said he'd try his best to get her to try to talk about things at her house before the party, but it was possible she wouldn't be down with that. I told him that was the same as her saying no, then, and that I'd wait for the final word, but that it was looking like the break was necessary after all.

So my own looking out for his not being totally clueless—an automatic, knee-jerk reaction on my part—perhaps dragged this thing out even further. Sigh. One of these days, I'll learn.
 
Further developments:

So Claire ended up begging off last night, and, therefore, Rider didn't get to talk to her. He went to band practice, went to the tail end of the party, and then messaged me telling me that she'd texted him saying she wasn't feeling leaving the house. I told him that I was getting ready for bed, but if he wanted to come crawl in with me, he was more than welcome. (As almost everywhere else in the US, it's been unseasonably cold here, and when that happens, his apartment can't get warm enough.)

He seemed very eager at the offer, and once he got here, we got into a really serious talk, during which he (almost tearfully) truly seemed to come to terms with the idea that things were going to have to end with Claire. He said that during their talk last week, Claire had said that she didn't even want he and I to *GO* to the event, much less want to approach us and be civil. Which is super messed-up, as it is a public event, and he and I had plans to go before she ever signed up to work there. He was visibly frustrated by this and by his inability to meet with her last night to hash it out.

This morning, she messaged him and apologized and said that she didn't bail on him last night because of him; she just didn't feel like leaving the house. She said she'd just call out of work whatever day he and I wanted to go to the event. He told me that's not the resolution he wants—it's clear that they are growing in different directions right now—and that he scheduled a talk with her on Monday in which he will hear her out, but that he thinks will ultimately result in him putting the hard break into place.

He said that he can tell she's really sad, and that he thinks she "sees the writing on the wall."

Even through my relief at all of this—we're finally going to have the problem solved!—I do feel sad for Rider, and, yes, even for Claire. But change is sometimes (often!) for the best, and I think this is one of those times.

On a happier note, in just a couple hours, Rider and I are leaving for our anniversary trip. I gave him his present last night: a small silver dog-tag necklace stamped with the latitude and longitude of the location of our first kiss (a little park across the street from the science center). He loved it, and put it on immediately. Another awesome thing is that we're both freshly tested for STIs, so we can go barrier-free all weekend! It is truly a rare treat for us; indeed, we've done it only once before, under the same circumstances. A whole vacation weekend to ourselves in a slightly warmer locale, with barrier-free sex, fruity cocktails, the end of Claire-drama in sight, and the celebration of our first dating anniversary? Sounds like heaven to me!
 
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So, things got really weird around here.

Friday and Saturday were phenomenal. Rider and I took our trip and had a super-fun Friday night with margaritas and motel sex, and a romantic, touristy Saturday day/night visiting a museum, an old graveyard, a drag show, and a wide variety of bars. He gave me heart-shaped chocolates. We snapped selfies and tottered down the streets holding hands. We then napped on the beach until we were sober enough to drive back to the motel. We were out until 5:30 am!

Sunday morning, I received a bit of stressful news that put a damper on the rest of the day. Rider and I had originally planned to spend Sunday afternoon exploring the city we were staying in, but between both of us feeling really stressed out and his sinuses acting up (despite having just finished a course of antibiotics), we decided just to head back after breakfast. We spent that afternoon and evening being the laziest people ever, just cuddling in front of the television, dozing in and out of naps. We finished that night off with some amazing kinky sex, at least.

Yesterday, Rider was very stressed out because of his impending conversation with Claire. He didn't know what all she was going to say to him. As it turns out, she had asked for advice from a variety of sources, and, according to Rider, she is finally ready to enact some (small) degree of change. Rider came to me after talking with her, all elated and walking on air.

The thing is, before she spoke to him, she had already requested off for the day of the event that Rider and I had been planning to kind of use as "proof" of her willingness to change. And I had drawn a hard line that I needed that proof. My first thought was "oh, that's really convenient, to be able to claim change without having to prove it." And then I realized that that thought was violating my own principle of trying to assume the best motivation, so I pushed it out of my head—maybe she asked for it when she was upset, and can't take it back now that she feels ready for change.

But I still had to decide: stick to my own hard line and force the break, or trust Rider (who trusts Claire) that things would really improve from this point, and so bend a little further.

I was mulling this over out loud to Rider, and one thought that came up was to offer "replacement events" as new proof: surely, if she's truly ready for change, it will be no skin off of her to agree to the replacement events. But Rider quashed that idea, not even being willing to bring it to her, and when I tried to pick apart WHY, he snapped at me: "If you're still not satisfied, just walk away then!"

I was really hurt. I'd given him something that was a bare minimum for me, and I was thinking out loud of ways to bend even further (later dates, different events) but still get the proof that I wasn't throwing good money after bad here. I felt like if he was that quick to banish me, even as he was fighting tooth and nail to stay with her, maybe I wasn't as important to him as he'd initially led me to believe.

He explained that he had compromised with her that he would be patient and accept that the change would come in time—that she agrees to be cordial to me if we run into each other, but that arranging something new would be upping the ante. He apologized for snapping at me, but said that he's done everything that he can possibly do, and he thinks it's reasonable for her to ask for patience. And, you know, maybe it is. Maybe it's just a "cried wolf" situation, where she has said "I can change, just give me time" two times already with no intention of doing so, and so now, when she actually means it, it rings hollow to my ears. I don't know. I guess it's a good sign that she asked for advice.

In the end, I did not instate the break. If that makes me weak, so be it. It's not so much that I believe her, but I believe that RIDER believes her. And I trust him. And I love him. And as maddening as it is to me that the hard part actually isn't over yet, when its end seemed tantalizingly within reach, I am willing to use that trust and that love as fuel to keep me going while I play another game of "wait and see."

Hopefully, the drama-free days will stack up one by one. Hopefully, I am not throwing good money after bad here. Hopefully, she's telling the truth, and she can either find the strength in herself to make the change and stay changed, or if not, Rider can come to see the lack of truth or the weakness or the backsliding.

I still feel a little stung from his words last night, though he has apologized and besought me to forgive him and stay. I told him that when he lashes out at me when I am trying to decide whether to leave, it makes staying feel less than voluntary—like it makes me the bad guy if I have to leave to do what's best for myself. It makes me nervous that, twice now, when I have been at my lowest, my most scared and questioning, he has snapped at me, when that would normally be WAY out of character for him.

He has asked me what he can do to help me, and I told him that he could do four things:

1) revisit my list of minimums and see if/how they match up with his compromise with her;

2) handle on his own the identification of any opportunities for "proof" or indications of trouble, so I don't have to think about it anymore;

3) write me a letter telling me where he thinks things stand with us, and where he thinks they're going, so that I can make decisions and keep my eye on the prize instead of getting anxious about the past;

4) just be with me, together in the moment, as much as possible, so that we can connect to each other in the clear, genuine way that we'd been used to—no stumbling around these weird stalactites and stalagmites of building up stress, suspicion, miscommunication, etc.; only pure, straightforward, in-the-moment, one-on-one heart connection.

In my own response to that conversation last night and that lasting stinging, I thought about what I would have liked for him to have done instead of snapping at me, when I was questioning and feeling down: I would have liked him to show me empathy and support. So, maybe what I should do for him is just show him empathy and support, even when I feel uncertain and sort of cornered. Turn the other cheek and all of that.

I wrote him a message that said this:

I appreciate the fact that you've been trying so hard to find a solution that works passably for everyone, even when things have been so diametrically opposed that working WELL for everyone isn't possible.

I understand that as hard as this whole thing may be on me (or on Claire), it is likely doubly hard on you, because you have twice as much to lose.

I am proud of you for deciding what you want and working toward it, and I recognize that it's a struggle that you will need to rest from at "plateau points" here and there along the path.

I respect your willingness to compromise in order to keep a meaningful relationship going, even if it is not something that is making my own life easier. It speaks well to your sense of commitment that you are not willing to abandon something without a degree of struggle.

I trust you to always act in accordance with what you think is right and to try to proceed without hurting me. I am learning to trust that you will make the best choices given the information that you have, and that you will know when the degree of struggle is too much.

And most of all, I love you. I accept you for who you are, even when I feel like I need to shine a light on things that look like they could use some thought and attention. We are all beautiful, flawed creatures in some way, and I hope that I always make you feel supported and never attacked. I hope to be able to attend to your needs and to nourish your soul, even more so in times of stress than in times of ease. I hope this message helps with that.


And I left it at that. I'm interested in co-creating the healthiest relationship possible with him, and I will admit that I am struggling pretty hard with knowing what "healthy" looks like anymore. Is it keeping my hard line in place to avoid opening myself up to further drama, thus walking away and letting him come back to me in his own time, if ever? Is it bending more to accommodate the possibility of coming change? How long should I be willing to wait for change? How worrisome is it that he snaps at me when I'm at my lowest? Is it weak or unhealthy to throw more love at him when he does snap like that? Or is it compassionate and with a long view of where I want things to go with him?

I've had only poor relationship models my entire life, and I thought that he and I were building something perfectly open-hearted, perfectly honest, and perfectly loving, with good communication, a policy of trust in place, and enough independence that we would neither subsume nor destroy one another. But it seems as though we somehow veered a bit off that course, and I'm not sure how or even WHETHER we can get back.
 
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