Recently my former partner has had a couple major life events come up: a marriage, and a hook suspension that she'd been dreaming of for nearly a decade. In both cases I tried to be happy for her. In both cases I was filled with rage seeing the central role that her partner - her Daddy Dom - now occupies in her life, and how obviously peripheral I have become to her.
She wants me to be happy for her at these events, or not go at all. I love her and she's one of my best friends; the idea of not being present at the most important moments of her life is awful to me. She uninvited me from her wedding, which caused a big rift between us, and after the hook suspension she told me she wished I hadn't come if I was going to be sullen and irritable the whole time. Given that I wanted to scream "FUCK YOU!!!!" at both of them every time I saw them together, I think I did alright.
There were portions of the event he was not present for, and during that time I felt happy and fine. It was when he was there that I was furious. It didn't help that I was there by myself. It didn't help that I doubt I'll ever have the kind of love that they have. I go to bed by myself every night while they are living their cozy domestic life together; the cozy domestic life that was mine until he came along.
Our history is long and complicated, but the details that seem essential right now:
5 years ago, I got chronically ill. Shortly after, we stopped having sex as often and she told me it was hard for her to feel attracted to me because of my illness.
She got a job as a social worker and rapidly lost the capacity to do the emotional work that poly relationships require to thrive.
She kept dating other people despite the fact that she didn't have enough energy to be a good partner to me. I resented this, and told her so. She said she needed the escape.
2.5 - 3 years ago, she very suddenly got into an extremely serious relationship with the person she recently married. Within weeks she was in love and calling him "Daddy." It was immediately obvious that she valued him far above me. She gave him sexual things I had always wanted from her that she had denied me. She gave him all the time and attention and love that I had been aching for. I went into a jealous rage, from which I have never fully emerged.
Eventually our relationship disintegrated and I moved out.
We are trying to be friends now. I can't imagine us not being friends. That is not an acceptable outcome for me right now. What I want to know is:
How do I stop being furious?
I want to be in her life in a positive way, but my rage is burning inside of me and I can barely control it whenever I am reminded of how much more he means to her than I do.
I know part of it is that I believe that space in her life should be MINE, and I hate her for abandoning me because I got sick. I hate her for allowing our connection to wither and die so that she could prioritize a job she doesn't even like and her relationship with him over us.
Any advice would be appreciated.
She wants me to be happy for her at these events, or not go at all. I love her and she's one of my best friends; the idea of not being present at the most important moments of her life is awful to me. She uninvited me from her wedding, which caused a big rift between us, and after the hook suspension she told me she wished I hadn't come if I was going to be sullen and irritable the whole time. Given that I wanted to scream "FUCK YOU!!!!" at both of them every time I saw them together, I think I did alright.
There were portions of the event he was not present for, and during that time I felt happy and fine. It was when he was there that I was furious. It didn't help that I was there by myself. It didn't help that I doubt I'll ever have the kind of love that they have. I go to bed by myself every night while they are living their cozy domestic life together; the cozy domestic life that was mine until he came along.
Our history is long and complicated, but the details that seem essential right now:
5 years ago, I got chronically ill. Shortly after, we stopped having sex as often and she told me it was hard for her to feel attracted to me because of my illness.
She got a job as a social worker and rapidly lost the capacity to do the emotional work that poly relationships require to thrive.
She kept dating other people despite the fact that she didn't have enough energy to be a good partner to me. I resented this, and told her so. She said she needed the escape.
2.5 - 3 years ago, she very suddenly got into an extremely serious relationship with the person she recently married. Within weeks she was in love and calling him "Daddy." It was immediately obvious that she valued him far above me. She gave him sexual things I had always wanted from her that she had denied me. She gave him all the time and attention and love that I had been aching for. I went into a jealous rage, from which I have never fully emerged.
Eventually our relationship disintegrated and I moved out.
We are trying to be friends now. I can't imagine us not being friends. That is not an acceptable outcome for me right now. What I want to know is:
How do I stop being furious?
I want to be in her life in a positive way, but my rage is burning inside of me and I can barely control it whenever I am reminded of how much more he means to her than I do.
I know part of it is that I believe that space in her life should be MINE, and I hate her for abandoning me because I got sick. I hate her for allowing our connection to wither and die so that she could prioritize a job she doesn't even like and her relationship with him over us.
Any advice would be appreciated.