UrbanWitch
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Hello there,
A little history first to understand better what's going on (you can skip, I'll mark the end of this rant with a colored * OK ?)
My partner B and I moved together. Half because it was convenient : he needed to move out and I needed it for career purpose, half because we wanted to live together. It's been a year now.
But I had to make sacrifices. I'm the one who had to move from one city to another, and for about 6 month, we had to live in one bedroom...sort of as a whole. I stayed at his family's, as kind of a guest, and I would first sleep on a floor mattress, until I secretly slept into B's bed with him. I had very little stuff of my own : a luggage and a cleaned out drawer for my clothes and stuff. We shared a lot, and I lost some of my dependence because of this. I know that. We got a job. A bad renting experience and then, finally, peace.
We're now renting a nice flat, in a nice neighborhood. Some things are still difficult, but they're turning for the best, or at least, they're turning. I'm very proud of us for this.
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We are polyamorous from the beginning, we used to never bring home metamours. Because we were unable to.
Now we can. And now we ''fight'' a little.
Mainly because of me. I'm very lonely. B is my best friend, and...I'm learning all over again to be my own person. The transition is not easy, I've lost so much recently, and as I've been making friends of my own, I also got deeper in my depression now that I lost my job. So I'm trying, but here lies the problem.
We still share his bedroom, but now I also have mine (yaaay!
). We agreed that I'd sleep in my bedroom when B and his partners wanted to share some alone time and vice versa, I would get my partners in my room when they visit yadda yadda. B always check with me if I'm alright with it before inviting his partners over for the night (cuz mine can only come once a month or so, so it's planned in advance but B's partners are near so it can be a spur on the moment thing), and I'm at a place in my mind where I can't say no to this without feeling selfish.
But every time they spend the night together and I have to retreat to my room, I'm emotionnally distressed all night long. I just can't deal with it, I feel so rejected. Crying, shaking. Afraid.
I love my metamours, they're close friends and I have no problem with B and them spending time together. I'm happy for them. When they come visiting I give them space if they want it, I make sure they have private moments, or that we share them all together as a polycule. I'm happy. If I'm visiting family and not coming home for a few days, I don't give a damn if they stay the night with B. It's only when they come home to spend the night with B and that I'm here that I get anxious and distressed. It's when I feel ''forced'' to go back to my room and ''listen to them''. It feels like I'm being punished and isolated.
We talked about it, we tried to slow it down and make them sleep on the pull-out couch but it's almost the same (my trust was abused on a misunderstanding).
At last one of my compromise was that I'd rather he spent the night at their places so I can have my space alone and they have their own to enjoy. And he would. He agreed. But. It can't happen. My metamours for personal reasons (that I know of) can't have B over theirs.
I also don't have friends to sleep over at.
I know another solution would be to talk to them but...ah it's a little complicated at the moment and I'd rather not. Not A Good Time. At. All. And still, they wouldn't be able to have B at theirs.
So we didn't find any ground to meet on and it felt unfair and just unproductive.
Thank you for bearing with me til there. Sorry for the rant.
Suggestions, thoughts ? Any help is welcome.
A little history first to understand better what's going on (you can skip, I'll mark the end of this rant with a colored * OK ?)
My partner B and I moved together. Half because it was convenient : he needed to move out and I needed it for career purpose, half because we wanted to live together. It's been a year now.
But I had to make sacrifices. I'm the one who had to move from one city to another, and for about 6 month, we had to live in one bedroom...sort of as a whole. I stayed at his family's, as kind of a guest, and I would first sleep on a floor mattress, until I secretly slept into B's bed with him. I had very little stuff of my own : a luggage and a cleaned out drawer for my clothes and stuff. We shared a lot, and I lost some of my dependence because of this. I know that. We got a job. A bad renting experience and then, finally, peace.
We're now renting a nice flat, in a nice neighborhood. Some things are still difficult, but they're turning for the best, or at least, they're turning. I'm very proud of us for this.
*
We are polyamorous from the beginning, we used to never bring home metamours. Because we were unable to.
Now we can. And now we ''fight'' a little.
Mainly because of me. I'm very lonely. B is my best friend, and...I'm learning all over again to be my own person. The transition is not easy, I've lost so much recently, and as I've been making friends of my own, I also got deeper in my depression now that I lost my job. So I'm trying, but here lies the problem.
We still share his bedroom, but now I also have mine (yaaay!
But every time they spend the night together and I have to retreat to my room, I'm emotionnally distressed all night long. I just can't deal with it, I feel so rejected. Crying, shaking. Afraid.
I love my metamours, they're close friends and I have no problem with B and them spending time together. I'm happy for them. When they come visiting I give them space if they want it, I make sure they have private moments, or that we share them all together as a polycule. I'm happy. If I'm visiting family and not coming home for a few days, I don't give a damn if they stay the night with B. It's only when they come home to spend the night with B and that I'm here that I get anxious and distressed. It's when I feel ''forced'' to go back to my room and ''listen to them''. It feels like I'm being punished and isolated.
We talked about it, we tried to slow it down and make them sleep on the pull-out couch but it's almost the same (my trust was abused on a misunderstanding).
At last one of my compromise was that I'd rather he spent the night at their places so I can have my space alone and they have their own to enjoy. And he would. He agreed. But. It can't happen. My metamours for personal reasons (that I know of) can't have B over theirs.
I also don't have friends to sleep over at.
I know another solution would be to talk to them but...ah it's a little complicated at the moment and I'd rather not. Not A Good Time. At. All. And still, they wouldn't be able to have B at theirs.
So we didn't find any ground to meet on and it felt unfair and just unproductive.
Thank you for bearing with me til there. Sorry for the rant.
Suggestions, thoughts ? Any help is welcome.