Some days I just need to cry it out. Today is one of those days.
Andy and I are both in shitty places right now. Last night I offered up some kinky CD play for him, and instead of being excited or saying nah, he started to cry hysterically. I held him for an hour or so, but he wouldn't tell me what's going on, other than that he feels stupid
To give you an idea of how down we are today... He found out he's getting a random commission bonus for helping out with a sales presentation last month. It's not part of his comp, totally unexpected, and it's enough to cover our kitchen budget for the lake house. And we're both like, huh, that's nice, oh well, let's get back to wallowing in self pity.
Mine is self inflicted misery. I don't know why I brought up dating other people with Dag. Well, I do. I barely see him, and it sucks, and I feel like I barely have a boyfriend anymore. But in the back of my mind, I thought that if I expressed that, he'd offer more time or ... something. Not jump at the chance to date others. But that's what he did. For him, dating others isn't a thing we have to do because our schedules never line up. It's something he's genuinely excited about.
So now here I am, crying my eyes out. Thinking about Dag wanting to live authentically and how he feels so poly in his core. Why does that break me? Because I'm NOT poly in my core. It does not come easily or naturally to me. It's a daily emotional battle for me to practice polyamory without losing my sense of self.
The "loving many people" thing comes naturally. The balancing multiple close relationships, I'm good at that. The idea of giving my partner space and freedom to love others, that's easy.
But the sex part? That is SO hard. Is it possible to be polyamorous but mono sexual?
My sexual energy just focuses on one person at a time. When I have a good sexual connection with someone, they're all I want. No cravings for new sex partners. Great sex is such a bonding thing for me. It is not something I find easily, and when I do find it, I don't wonder what else is out there. I just want to revel in the deliciousness and the closeness and the joy of it.
In my ideal world, that sexual connection would have happened with my life partner, and I could coast happily through life as a sexually monogamous person who happens to have lots of super close friendships. Life didn't work out that way for me.
But I'm lucky that my life partner is awesome and accepting. Andy is happy to touch me or please me while I think about Dag. Just like I'll do that for him while he thinks about whatever the hell he wants. And we're both 100% supportive of the other going out and living out those fantasies with others. So on that side of things, poly works. Andy may fantasize about me being a slutty hotwife, but he accepts that I'm not into that, and that I'm just gonna be thinking about the same one guy for years on end.
The hard part is finding someone else who accepts me, sees me, understands me, loves me just as I am. I thought that in Dag, I had found my match. A guy who loved many but only needed one great sexual connection in his life. I thought we could build something amazing, where we could get mind blowing sex with each other, life partner stuff with our spouses, and love and friendship and romance from all sides.
But now that feels like just an illusion. I wonder how much of pervasive, constant stress and insecurity has come from knowing on some subconscious level that he doesn't want what I want.