Sometimes I feel that if I posted as much as was going on I'd spend more time on the computer than in real life.
I did something odd last night. I plugged in my cell phone, and turned off the computer.
Laid on the couch, put my feet up on his lap, and read a book while he chatted with Pengrah on the phone (for a bit) and we watched TV.
It has been an extremely up and down week or so. I posted a bit of it in another thread.
Monday last week was good and bad. There were some frustrating issues between Wellington and me and his "getting lost" in the moment. Also, on paydates there's lots to do. And when paydates coincide with a visit between him and Pengrah, well, the errands HAVE to be run, but it's not really a fun visit for them.
Monday got sorted. Tuesday night there were some issues. And then we hit Wednesday. Wednesday was hellish for everyone, all round. Finally got that sorted. And then Thursday. Thursday was a mostly good day, until Thursday evening. Got that sorted.
Then Friday. Friday morning had some issues. Friday was a phenomenal day.
Saturday not so much. Saturday I was ready to walk out of my marriage because I couldn't handle what was happening. Stupid thing is it had/has nothing to do with poly. The issues were between Wellington and me, and the fights that happened were unrelated to Pengrah.
But between the Wednesday fight and then all the little fights, Saturday was a breaking point.
I can't be the villain anymore. I can't be in the wrong anymore. It HAS to be okay for me to not be okay, without it turning into a huge fucking mess. And it hasn't been. I have felt like if I was not okay with something, no matter HOW I presented it, I was going to be the villain. I was going to be the bad guy. And I can't always be that. I am working SO hard on my comfort zones. I am working with everything I have to push myself past the comfortable routines and boundaries, that when I've pushed myself too far and need to step back, it seems to be unacceptable.
I think he gets it now. I think he understands what I'm doing and why and how hard I'm trying. The learning curve has been incredibly steep and painful.
A few lessons learned:
1. He is not a good translator. If information needs to flow between Pengrah & me, we need to do it without the translations. What takes me 3 hours to explain to him so that he understands, she understands with one sentence.
2. He will, in an effort to not hurt either of us, hurt both of us. Plans were for her to come down to our house to visit today. They need connect time and alone time. We have sick kids. I told him, "You need to CALL her and let her know, so that she's not surprised. She needs to be able to make an informed decision." He was afraid of hurting/disappointing her. But in the end it worked out. Had he not told her in an effort not to hurt/disappoint her, I think she would have been more hurt. I would have been.
3. It's okay for me to not be okay, but I need to express that in a more constructive way. I can be fairly caustic. I'm working on that.
4. When I am okay with our relationship, I am okay with their relationship. It all stems from security. The less secure I feel with him, the more uncomfortable I am with them.
5. He has noticed a direct correlation between my "Ok-ness" and conversations with Pengrah. I come home from a conversation with her and I'm good. I'm okay. I'm happy. I'm relaxed.
We're good, today. I'm good. I'm not leaving him. I'm not ending my marriage. But I am wary because of things that were said and how very badly I was hurt over the weekend. I am still working on being okay. And after I have that, then I'll look for compersion.
