OnceAndFuture
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Ugh.
I try to keep a happy face on these days. There are a few things going well in my life. I'm making some good friends, and the weather is nice. Everything else, though...
I've already talked about work. There are a few good stretches, but my boss usually snuffs those out quickly.
My health isn't great. I've been diagnosed with low T, so I'm sure that's contributing to feeling down, and my desire to eat everything in sight. But at least that can easily be rectified. My migraines are out of control. I saw the neurologist Thursday and she was concerned. She injected me with 16 shots of lidocaine in my face, neck, and head. Next step is that I get an MRI and possibly 16 more shots, this time with Botox. I don't like needles, but I don't mind if the meds help.
After what seemed like a very good last few weeks with The Signal, we had a vicious and troubling argument. I came home one night this week in a better mood than usual, because I'd had a successful meeting at work, and I'd met up with friends later to play boardgames and had had a good time. I was feeling a bit like I had turned a corner at work, because one of the issues is that I have to be more proactive and outgoing there, which is hard with the migraines and feeling down.
We talked for a little before we went to bed. We discussed the ongoing issue of whether I was going to get a place to sublet closer to work for a short period. With work not going well, and my health problems, it would let me work longer hours and not have to commute as much (the constant driving is affecting my migraines, the neurologist thinks). The conversation seemed friendly. Then we went to bed.
When we woke up in the morning, The Signal started arguing with me almost immediately. She started in on my identifying as poly as a huge issue for her, saying, "There's no way I can ever have self-esteem when I know you want to be with other women." She talked again about not feeling like enough, and said, "Now I'll never feel like I can be enough."
She threatened to leave me again. She said that we wouldn't be able to stay together because we weren't compatible, that she, "Either had to accept that I was going to be with other women or she had to leave." The implication was that she was never going to accept that I could be with someone else. She blamed me for her depression. She said that she was upset most of the time, but "usually" she was able to hide it.
I was really caught out by all this. I asked her where this was coming from, because I had been honest about not being ready to be with anyone else and I hadn't implied that I was. (In any event, even if I wanted to, I realize with the work situation and my health problems I don't have the time or energy to go out dating.) She said that she was upset that "the first thing I wanted to do" after moving back here was find somewhere else to live. I said that wasn't right: she had been the one suggesting I find a place to stay over the week for the last 10 months, and I had been resisting that suggestion from her, my dad, and my co-workers all that time because I wanted to spend more time with her, even though it meant a lot more commuting time. She said that I seemed "too happy" about the idea, even though I'd said I only felt like I had to now because of needing to work longer hours and my migraines.
We've had a lot of terrible fights in the last few months, but this one has actually bothered me more than any of the others. First of all, if I take her at her word, she picked a fight with me because I wasn't upset enough about agreeing to something she'd been pushing me to do for months. It seems like whenever I'm happy about something she gets suspicious. She says she wants me to be happy. So then why is it, whenever I am happy, she picks fights or starts asking pointed questions?
Her comment about me ruining her self-esteem troubles me a lot. The implication is that I can do nothing to build her self-esteem by supporting her and loving her, but if I do something she thinks hurts her, that tears down her self-esteem. It hurts me that I can only be the bad guy.
She said that "Just now, as I was trying to start to feel better about myself," I had to identify as poly and ruin everything. No, at the end of last year she was just as low as she is now. I know I had nothing to do with that. I'm starting to feel like I'm now the scapegoat for the bad feelings she has about herself, which have always been under the surface.
Over the past few weeks, as I said in my last blog post, The Signal had been talking more about poly, had seemingly been more comfortable about it, was even making jokes about having relationships of her own. So now, during this argument, she claims that she's really not OK with polyamory-- in fact, she's never going to be OK with it, and that people who are OK are "just hurting their partners and legitimizing cheating and affairs."
Then yesterday, after our argument was patched up, she initiated a conversation about how I might financially handle a relationship with someone else, and she was as calm and rational about that as if she were discussing what we should have for dinner tonight. The same day she was making lighthearted conversation about The Star and even joking about my favorite sexual position with her! Remember, our relationship with The Star allegedly "scarred her for life" and still hurts her five years later.
So which is it? Is she really not OK with poly and just pretending to be comfortable 95% of the time, only letting her guard down when she's upset? Or is she being emotionally manipulative during fights because she knows she can hurt me by saying that my identification as poly is ruining her life? Honestly, I'm not sure which scenario I would prefer.
I'd like to see a way forward here. As I say, normally The Signal and I are friendly and loving towards each other. But even during the good times it's clear that she has some serious issues with her self-image. We all do at times, including me, but she's doing nothing to help herself because she doesn't think it's her problem. (In fact, she's said more than once that it's actually my problem.) She says she wants me to feel happy, but when I do, a fight usually ensues.
And when we argue she dismisses my words by saying, "You don't understand," like it's a conversation capper. No, I don't understand. I don't understand why she has to hate herself so much. I don't understand how she can be OK with poly to the point of initiating conversations about it, reading everything she can about the subject, and even making jokes about it, then turn around during an argument and claim that me identifying as poly is the worst thing that ever happened to her and is ruining her life and self-esteem forever.
I don't understand why she can't ever feel deserving of anything. I don't understand how she can say she's not enough for me, but also say that I'm not good for her because of who I am. But most of all, I don't understand why I'm not allowed to understand. My lack of understanding shouldn't be the end-- it should be the beginning.
So... yeah.
Also, happy birthday to my mom. I wish she were here to talk tom because, to be honest, I don't know who to talk to now.
I try to keep a happy face on these days. There are a few things going well in my life. I'm making some good friends, and the weather is nice. Everything else, though...
I've already talked about work. There are a few good stretches, but my boss usually snuffs those out quickly.
My health isn't great. I've been diagnosed with low T, so I'm sure that's contributing to feeling down, and my desire to eat everything in sight. But at least that can easily be rectified. My migraines are out of control. I saw the neurologist Thursday and she was concerned. She injected me with 16 shots of lidocaine in my face, neck, and head. Next step is that I get an MRI and possibly 16 more shots, this time with Botox. I don't like needles, but I don't mind if the meds help.
After what seemed like a very good last few weeks with The Signal, we had a vicious and troubling argument. I came home one night this week in a better mood than usual, because I'd had a successful meeting at work, and I'd met up with friends later to play boardgames and had had a good time. I was feeling a bit like I had turned a corner at work, because one of the issues is that I have to be more proactive and outgoing there, which is hard with the migraines and feeling down.
We talked for a little before we went to bed. We discussed the ongoing issue of whether I was going to get a place to sublet closer to work for a short period. With work not going well, and my health problems, it would let me work longer hours and not have to commute as much (the constant driving is affecting my migraines, the neurologist thinks). The conversation seemed friendly. Then we went to bed.
When we woke up in the morning, The Signal started arguing with me almost immediately. She started in on my identifying as poly as a huge issue for her, saying, "There's no way I can ever have self-esteem when I know you want to be with other women." She talked again about not feeling like enough, and said, "Now I'll never feel like I can be enough."
She threatened to leave me again. She said that we wouldn't be able to stay together because we weren't compatible, that she, "Either had to accept that I was going to be with other women or she had to leave." The implication was that she was never going to accept that I could be with someone else. She blamed me for her depression. She said that she was upset most of the time, but "usually" she was able to hide it.
I was really caught out by all this. I asked her where this was coming from, because I had been honest about not being ready to be with anyone else and I hadn't implied that I was. (In any event, even if I wanted to, I realize with the work situation and my health problems I don't have the time or energy to go out dating.) She said that she was upset that "the first thing I wanted to do" after moving back here was find somewhere else to live. I said that wasn't right: she had been the one suggesting I find a place to stay over the week for the last 10 months, and I had been resisting that suggestion from her, my dad, and my co-workers all that time because I wanted to spend more time with her, even though it meant a lot more commuting time. She said that I seemed "too happy" about the idea, even though I'd said I only felt like I had to now because of needing to work longer hours and my migraines.
We've had a lot of terrible fights in the last few months, but this one has actually bothered me more than any of the others. First of all, if I take her at her word, she picked a fight with me because I wasn't upset enough about agreeing to something she'd been pushing me to do for months. It seems like whenever I'm happy about something she gets suspicious. She says she wants me to be happy. So then why is it, whenever I am happy, she picks fights or starts asking pointed questions?
Her comment about me ruining her self-esteem troubles me a lot. The implication is that I can do nothing to build her self-esteem by supporting her and loving her, but if I do something she thinks hurts her, that tears down her self-esteem. It hurts me that I can only be the bad guy.
She said that "Just now, as I was trying to start to feel better about myself," I had to identify as poly and ruin everything. No, at the end of last year she was just as low as she is now. I know I had nothing to do with that. I'm starting to feel like I'm now the scapegoat for the bad feelings she has about herself, which have always been under the surface.
Over the past few weeks, as I said in my last blog post, The Signal had been talking more about poly, had seemingly been more comfortable about it, was even making jokes about having relationships of her own. So now, during this argument, she claims that she's really not OK with polyamory-- in fact, she's never going to be OK with it, and that people who are OK are "just hurting their partners and legitimizing cheating and affairs."
Then yesterday, after our argument was patched up, she initiated a conversation about how I might financially handle a relationship with someone else, and she was as calm and rational about that as if she were discussing what we should have for dinner tonight. The same day she was making lighthearted conversation about The Star and even joking about my favorite sexual position with her! Remember, our relationship with The Star allegedly "scarred her for life" and still hurts her five years later.
So which is it? Is she really not OK with poly and just pretending to be comfortable 95% of the time, only letting her guard down when she's upset? Or is she being emotionally manipulative during fights because she knows she can hurt me by saying that my identification as poly is ruining her life? Honestly, I'm not sure which scenario I would prefer.
I'd like to see a way forward here. As I say, normally The Signal and I are friendly and loving towards each other. But even during the good times it's clear that she has some serious issues with her self-image. We all do at times, including me, but she's doing nothing to help herself because she doesn't think it's her problem. (In fact, she's said more than once that it's actually my problem.) She says she wants me to feel happy, but when I do, a fight usually ensues.
And when we argue she dismisses my words by saying, "You don't understand," like it's a conversation capper. No, I don't understand. I don't understand why she has to hate herself so much. I don't understand how she can be OK with poly to the point of initiating conversations about it, reading everything she can about the subject, and even making jokes about it, then turn around during an argument and claim that me identifying as poly is the worst thing that ever happened to her and is ruining her life and self-esteem forever.
I don't understand why she can't ever feel deserving of anything. I don't understand how she can say she's not enough for me, but also say that I'm not good for her because of who I am. But most of all, I don't understand why I'm not allowed to understand. My lack of understanding shouldn't be the end-- it should be the beginning.
So... yeah.
Also, happy birthday to my mom. I wish she were here to talk tom because, to be honest, I don't know who to talk to now.
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