The first time my first poly partner (J) had sex with someone other than me, we had two rules:
1. She would use condoms.
2. She would check in with my via phone early the next day.
She violated both of these agreements. When we eventually checked in after she spent an entire weekend as basically a missing person, she told me they hadn't used condoms. She was not on any birth control and I can't imagine her having an abortion, even though she was pro-choice. So in addition to risking getting an STI, she risked having his baby.
I was livid, and devastated. I would have walked out on her if I'd had somewhere else to stay. She damaged my trust horribly, and I carry that lack of trust with me to this day.
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That was 2010. Fast forward to 2016. J is out of my life. I have a new partner, T.
A few months ago, my partner of five years (T) was dating a guy (M). They had sex. The next time I saw my partner, I asked her if they'd been "safe." She assured me that they had. Her and I had sex.
T and I are fluided bonded. One of the only boundaries I have is that we use condoms with other people. This boundary is crucially important to me, and I'm sure I had communicated this to her. When I asked if she'd been "safe" with M, I meant - had they used condoms? (I've since learned to ask explicitly "did you use condoms?")
A few days later, she was upset. Turns out M was involved in a fight with his two other partners because the sex T and M had was completely unprotected. They'd fluid-bonded without bothering to check in about it with their other partners. Like it was no big deal. She assured me that he got tested regularly and used condoms with his other partners. That's what she'd meant by "safe."
I was quite upset about the fluid-bonding, for a number of reasons. For one, it reminded me of the past trauma i mentioned with my first poly situation. For two, I had assumed that we would talk about it before including other people in our fluid-bond. But that was an assumption. I don't think I had ever thought to verbalize that need. So I couldn't be mad about that, even though I was.
For three, I thought fluid-bonding was something special - even sacred - between the two of us. Something we would only do with trusted long-term partners. Apparently not. I felt threatened and diminished.
I expressed my feelings about this, but quickly realized I didn't have much of a reason to be mad, since I guess I hadn't clearly expressed my needs to her. I did my best to let it go. It occurs to me now that I may have just repressed my feelings because she didn't want to hear them.
She ended things with him soon after that.
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That was a few months ago.
Fast forward to now.
One of our mutual friends is dating M. Last week I came home after a long day and found him in the apartment I now share with T. T, M, and our mutual friend were hanging out. All I could think was how much I wanted M to get the f*** out of my space. I very nearly threw him out, but I couldn't think of a rational, good reason for this. He's a really nice guy. He didn't really do anything wrong. I went into a rage at the sight of him and isolated myself in our bedroom until he left.
(I should mention that I'm bad at hiding my feelings. Especially when I'm tired, which is all the time because I have CFS/ME.)
Last night, T and I made plans to go to karaoke. She invited M (and a few other friends) to join us. I felt super awkward, barely made eye contact, and left early.
T came home drunk and woke me up around 2:30am to ask if M could stay over on the pull-out couch because he was too drunk to get himself home safely. I was immediately pissed off and very uncomfortable with the idea, but if I said "No" a) I would be sending him out into the world drunk, which I felt bad about even though it was his choice, and b) he would know I had said No and I would end up looking like an asshole. So I agreed.
Then I laid awake for 3 hours trying to sleep and listening to them drink and hang out. I was paranoid that I was going to over-hear them having sex. One of my boundaries is that I don't want to see or hear anything she does with others unless we're having a 3some. I trust her to respect my boundaries when she's sober. I worry about it when she's drunk.
In the end, they didn't have sex. She came to bed.
The next morning, I was up for about 4 hours before he woke up and left. I was uncomfortable the whole time. Again, all I wanted was for him to GTFO of my space. I couldn't even look at him. I was livid. And yet, I couldn't justify being a dick to him. I don't even really know why I was so mad.
I spent most of the day in a rage.
When T and I reconnected that evening, I told my partner I was angry that she had invited him over at the last minute without us talking about it first. She thought I had no right to be mad at him and that there was no good reason not to invite him to sleep over. She wants to be able to be spontaneous and invite people over. I want us to check in prior to extending invitations. In the end, we agreed that she wouldn't invite M over until I had figured out my anger towards him and resolved it.
As I write this, I know that the thing I need to tell her is that a) I need her to check in before inviting people over in the middle of the night for drunk sleep-overs and b) if she can't respect my boundaries, we shouldn't be living together.
I still don't get why I'm so mad at M. I actually feel violently enraged every time I see him.
I'm introspective and usually remarkably adept at understanding where my emotions are coming from. But this time, I'm at a bit of a loss. My feelings seem completely unreasonable and out of proportion to the actual situation. Has anyone else experienced this? Thoughts/theories?
I suspect I may be transferring anger over past hurts onto him. But could that really explain the depth of my feelings now?
1. She would use condoms.
2. She would check in with my via phone early the next day.
She violated both of these agreements. When we eventually checked in after she spent an entire weekend as basically a missing person, she told me they hadn't used condoms. She was not on any birth control and I can't imagine her having an abortion, even though she was pro-choice. So in addition to risking getting an STI, she risked having his baby.
I was livid, and devastated. I would have walked out on her if I'd had somewhere else to stay. She damaged my trust horribly, and I carry that lack of trust with me to this day.
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That was 2010. Fast forward to 2016. J is out of my life. I have a new partner, T.
A few months ago, my partner of five years (T) was dating a guy (M). They had sex. The next time I saw my partner, I asked her if they'd been "safe." She assured me that they had. Her and I had sex.
T and I are fluided bonded. One of the only boundaries I have is that we use condoms with other people. This boundary is crucially important to me, and I'm sure I had communicated this to her. When I asked if she'd been "safe" with M, I meant - had they used condoms? (I've since learned to ask explicitly "did you use condoms?")
A few days later, she was upset. Turns out M was involved in a fight with his two other partners because the sex T and M had was completely unprotected. They'd fluid-bonded without bothering to check in about it with their other partners. Like it was no big deal. She assured me that he got tested regularly and used condoms with his other partners. That's what she'd meant by "safe."
I was quite upset about the fluid-bonding, for a number of reasons. For one, it reminded me of the past trauma i mentioned with my first poly situation. For two, I had assumed that we would talk about it before including other people in our fluid-bond. But that was an assumption. I don't think I had ever thought to verbalize that need. So I couldn't be mad about that, even though I was.
For three, I thought fluid-bonding was something special - even sacred - between the two of us. Something we would only do with trusted long-term partners. Apparently not. I felt threatened and diminished.
I expressed my feelings about this, but quickly realized I didn't have much of a reason to be mad, since I guess I hadn't clearly expressed my needs to her. I did my best to let it go. It occurs to me now that I may have just repressed my feelings because she didn't want to hear them.
She ended things with him soon after that.
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That was a few months ago.
Fast forward to now.
One of our mutual friends is dating M. Last week I came home after a long day and found him in the apartment I now share with T. T, M, and our mutual friend were hanging out. All I could think was how much I wanted M to get the f*** out of my space. I very nearly threw him out, but I couldn't think of a rational, good reason for this. He's a really nice guy. He didn't really do anything wrong. I went into a rage at the sight of him and isolated myself in our bedroom until he left.
(I should mention that I'm bad at hiding my feelings. Especially when I'm tired, which is all the time because I have CFS/ME.)
Last night, T and I made plans to go to karaoke. She invited M (and a few other friends) to join us. I felt super awkward, barely made eye contact, and left early.
T came home drunk and woke me up around 2:30am to ask if M could stay over on the pull-out couch because he was too drunk to get himself home safely. I was immediately pissed off and very uncomfortable with the idea, but if I said "No" a) I would be sending him out into the world drunk, which I felt bad about even though it was his choice, and b) he would know I had said No and I would end up looking like an asshole. So I agreed.
Then I laid awake for 3 hours trying to sleep and listening to them drink and hang out. I was paranoid that I was going to over-hear them having sex. One of my boundaries is that I don't want to see or hear anything she does with others unless we're having a 3some. I trust her to respect my boundaries when she's sober. I worry about it when she's drunk.
In the end, they didn't have sex. She came to bed.
The next morning, I was up for about 4 hours before he woke up and left. I was uncomfortable the whole time. Again, all I wanted was for him to GTFO of my space. I couldn't even look at him. I was livid. And yet, I couldn't justify being a dick to him. I don't even really know why I was so mad.
I spent most of the day in a rage.
When T and I reconnected that evening, I told my partner I was angry that she had invited him over at the last minute without us talking about it first. She thought I had no right to be mad at him and that there was no good reason not to invite him to sleep over. She wants to be able to be spontaneous and invite people over. I want us to check in prior to extending invitations. In the end, we agreed that she wouldn't invite M over until I had figured out my anger towards him and resolved it.
As I write this, I know that the thing I need to tell her is that a) I need her to check in before inviting people over in the middle of the night for drunk sleep-overs and b) if she can't respect my boundaries, we shouldn't be living together.
I still don't get why I'm so mad at M. I actually feel violently enraged every time I see him.
I'm introspective and usually remarkably adept at understanding where my emotions are coming from. But this time, I'm at a bit of a loss. My feelings seem completely unreasonable and out of proportion to the actual situation. Has anyone else experienced this? Thoughts/theories?
I suspect I may be transferring anger over past hurts onto him. But could that really explain the depth of my feelings now?