Reverie
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Not to devalue your feelings or anything... but this stuff that you're mentioning right here seems to indicate that you realize that you're having a REALLY strong reaction to something that isn't necessarily proportional to that reaction. I agree that if this is an issue for you guys, he needs to work on it. But behaviors are not always so easily corrected by just being told once and then remembering to never do that again. We form habits that have to be broken over time with work. It sounds like Rider wants to fix this, but that might require the patience of bearing with him while he's reminded multiple times about his behavior until he forms a new habit of NOT doing those things. Your stress and exhaustion from all of the working and being sick might also just be contributing to how intense your reaction is to all of this.
Again, I'm not saying that he was in the right, only suggesting that it might not be that unreasonable for it to actually take a big, repeated effort on his part to change.
You guys have such an amazing relationship in so many other ways. I'm always inspired when reading your blog and thinking that you guys are an amazing example of how poly relationships can work really well. This thing seems like it should be a pebble in the road vs. a boulder.
I do hope that he's able to work on things and that you both feel better about it!
I do know that my reaction is hella intense compared to the little trigger, for sure. There is a part of me that involuntarily goes "OH, SHIT! Not this again!" and just kind of has a pre-emptive panic reaction anticipating worse stuff coming down the road—a tip-of-the-iceberg thing.
And I know that there are a LOT of other factors at play for me right now. The being overworked and sick thing is part of it, but there's also that I'm on my period, I still don't feel settled in our new place 100% yet, I'm still adjusting to working in an office and having a long commute again after three years of working at home, I've been having various life-administrative (phone/car/DMV) sorts of troubles recently, none of my own dating stuff has really worked out very well...I can barely catch my breath and stand back up before another challenge knocks me down.
All of the chaos around me has been leading me to view my downtime with Rider as my only place of sanctuary and joy at the moment, and recently, it had been really, really good between us. Better than ever, I dare say. So my reaction, I think, had a lot of "MY LAST SANCTUARY—VIOLATED!" going on. It just makes me feel like I have nothing left, you know? Maybe it would have mattered less if it had been the only drop in my stress bucket, but when my entire world is made of stress except for this one facet, and then stress is added there too, it's easy to feel like I am at or at least coming up on my breaking point.
I get what you're saying about the habit thing, but...it kind of boggles my mind that this could even be a habit?
Like, it seems like a bad habit is something that is a flaw in the way that you operate your life, and it's something that you must struggle to change because the negative consequences are somewhat down the road so they aren't causing you the immediate trouble that would put a fire under your ass to do things differently.
For example, you quickly learn not to put your coffee on the car dashboard because the consequences are immediate. If you're wise, you may never do it in the first place. If you're kinda oblivious or absent-minded, you might do it once, then instantly regret it. Compare that to how, if you set your coffee next to your laptop, it is a bad habit that may not come up to bite you until you get clumsy one day and spill it into your keyboard...and then you learn.
I would think that seeing that you've hurt someone you love, especially if they've spoken up about it in the moment, would be a "hot coffee from the dashboard to the lap" moment—the sort of thing that makes a lasting impression and you're like, "Whoops! Won't be doing that again!"
But maybe not?
I do know that it makes me feel pretty terrible that his usually good connection with me isn't enough to trump force of habit (if that's what it is) or NRE (if that is to blame). It's like a more poly version of the mono "but why can't I be enough?" refrain. I find myself wondering why, if he loves me so much, isn't it easy—nay, even preferable TO HIM, not just to me—for him to just focus on me when he's with me? It makes me feel pretty butthurt and undervalued that that isn't what is coming naturally to him. And that makes the idea of having patience for it an unpleasant proposition for me.
I mean, I'm sure we'll work it out. We're both committed to making this thing work. I just wish it were different.
I wish he didn't tend to completely see the world through different, less-reality-based eyes when he likes someone. Recent offense since I started this post? Him pulling the "known her longer" card on me. Um, no. Hanging out with someone for one week 20 years ago with no contact in between is not "known a long time." It's "briefly acquainted at a point in the distant past." What in the entire world could make him confuse the two? It's like he's completely lost perspective! I wish they made a reality serum—like a truth serum but for perception—so that it would make you see the truth the way that a truth serum supposedly makes people speak it. I would put him on IV drip right now and maybe he'd start making some sense again.
For his part, he's agreed to try to be more cognizant at least when it comes to the quality of the time we spend together.
For my part, I've agreed to try to mitigate my fear and replace it with hope.
One step in this that we discussed was for me to actually have a conversation with her. It's a lot easier to develop an unfounded resentment against someone who isn't a person to me, but rather a strange object that makes my lover act insane, much like PCP might. So I added her on Facebook and struck up a conversation.
You guys. It's so creepy. She's basically my double. She's my age within six weeks, also left-handed, and looks like me to the point where Oona said she basically looks like a cross between me and one of Oona's other friends.
She also loves cats and ren fairs, takes photos of gravestones, and posts Jim Morrison quotes, angry uterus memes, and things about Neil DeGrasse Tyson on her wall. She dyes her hair wild colors and wears glasses sometimes and has a tomboy thing going on. She used to play guitar right handed when she was young but quit when she struggled with hitting a wall with it so has been trying to re-learn. She seems smart and has good grammar and a decent vocabulary. Her name even begins with the same letter as mine.
And "having a crush on the older boy with eyeliner and nail polish who works in a local store"—which is how she describes their meeting—would totally have been a me-at-15 thing too. AND she also liked Sam, who is my other sporadic partner. Seriously, the main difference between us seems to be just that she has two children...maybe also that I always smile with teeth, and she never does.
So. How weird is that? I don't know whether to feel better or worse about that. I feel strange that a double of me exists in the first place, and even stranger about the fact that my fiancé has been neglecting my feelings in her favor, presumably simply because she is newer. I feel like I'm living in some sort of echo universe where a bizarro-world version of me met and tried to get with my future husband 16 years before I did, and is now coming back to haunt me.
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