Fun and Frolic With Long-Term Love

I'm very shocked and sorry to read this too.

I am glad you might have a key to his return to drinking, his lack of ability to communicate well, his sudden idea to begin dating another person, his suddenly raging sex drive, him telling HippieChick to read your blog, his telling you he broke up with her, and then telling you he's breaking up with you, six years down the toilet, etc., etc.

Bipolar disorder.

It's a terrible disease, and it's hard to treat. Ugh.
 
Wow, I am so shocked. I also believe that he is going to regret this someday. I'm so proud of you for how you're handling this. My heart is with you.
 
I'm so sorry, Bluebird. There are no words.
 
He was stable but then his meds were changed. So he has a med appointment coming up soon. It’s probably had an effect. I really think a lot of it is NRE as well - he’s off kilter with his meds, he’s unhappy with different facets of his life and then there’s this big rush of endorphins with this woman telling him she wants a monogamous partner. No stress at all, fun times. Here he has two drug addicts in recovery, me not letting him drink or smoke, long term planning and financial responsibilities. And I am struggling with depression - and him dating isn’t helping because he’s fucking up as a hinge.

It is what it is. He sent me a message today saying he is sorry he wasn’t good for me. I told him basically to fuck off - he isn’t allowed to rewrite the narrative. He wanted to leave and framing it as if he was doing me a favor...Blech.

I still haven’t slept yet. I can’t eat without getting sick.

I really don’t care if he regrets it or it’s the best thing that ever happens in his life. He’s not my partner anymore. He chose to do this.
 
I am so sorry Bluebird. I do not know what to say...

You are one strong lady.
 
I will be changing my name. In real life, I legally changed my middle name to PunkRock’s last name, since I already had DarkKnight’s name as my last. Today when I had to sign my name at the bank, I cried. I used to be so proud to have both of their names. Now it makes me ill to see it. He cried, you know, when I showed him the papers the first time - that I had done the thing.

That is all gone now. My happiness at having a part of my husband is gone.

I do not feel strong. I want to give myself a strong middle name. Something I can look at and be reminded that I am amazing. I like Ruth (Bader Ginsberg), Elizabeth (Warren) and Eleanor (Roosevelt). I am not going to do this for at least a month, so I have time to think about it and make the right decision. Some suggestions I have been given are RoxSox and Godzilla. Lol More thought is needed! I also like Hope.

The amount of messages pouring into my personal inbox is astounding. It’s exhausting to keep explaining to friends what has happened. All of them are shocked and upset. I don’t have the strength to keep typing it again and again. I keep getting asked that wouldn’t I take PunkRock back, when he breaks up with HippieChick? I am tired of answering. The answer is no and will stay no. This answer upsets everyone. They are disappointed. I would not.

One thing that has been very sad to me is my daughters’ reactions. My oldest, BugGirl, has become frantic. She cleaned my entire top floor today, just hyper focused and stressed. She says she doesn’t want to ride to work with PunkRock. She trusted him and now he is not someone she knows. My youngest daughter is destroyed. She didn’t sleep last night, she tells me, and she has been crying off and on. She said that PunkRock has always been a father figure, yet what kind of father throws away his wife? Oh she broke my heart. I told her she should reach out to him but she said she couldn’t.

I texted PunkRock and I told him to not make my daughters feel disposable. He said of course not, but I don’t think he had reached out to them at all. I don’t know if he did. I am a little ashamed because in my grief last night and today I hadn’t thought of my children at all, except that I needed to talk to them to tell them. I didn’t consider their emotions surrounding things because I was caught up in my own. This evening I saw it and I was brought down further.

AntMan, BugGirl and my youngest are planning on working together to paint and retile our sunporch. Maybe next week. They are excited about working together on it. Funny, it’s not even one of the projects I considered a priority this year, but I think it will be great to have some sunshine in the house.

My nephew and his boyfriend called me tonight. The boyfriend said he read my announcement on Facebook and immediately woke up my nephew, who was sleeping beside him. They were shocked. They are planning on coming down on my wedding anniversary to DarkKnight - March 11. We had made plans not to travel because of PunkRock’s drinking. So now they are going to visit us during their Spring Break! I am amazed by them and it brightened things up a bit to think of it. We were talking about going to a drag show and doing some karaoke, but after I hung up the phone I saw that program starts the week after.

My sister finally also called but she was a cunt. Sorry. She was. She acted like she was all upset, but she was half laughing and saying things like, well, it’s not like it really matters legally. I told her my heart was hurting and that always matters more than a piece of paper. She was upset that her son and his boyfriend had plans to come down and started being very loud about how he would be too busy. Whatever. She also said, “Well, it’s not like you can’t date again and meet someone else.” I told her that my husband is not replaceable - I don’t date to find a husband - and I had already not dated for about a year now and probably wouldn’t at least for another. I need to get my happy back, and that won’t be easy. I never dated with the idea of finding a husband. I just happened to meet PunkRock and we both felt we were meant to be together.

I have not slept yet. I am starting to finally feel like true exhaustion has finally made it here and I will be able to. I think I will feel so much better after I rest. I started crying when I got into bed a few minutes ago. Normally I would have popped downstairs and kissed PunkRock. Instead all I have now are my own tears.

DarkKnight promises cuddles once I post. I am again and again amazed at how lucky I am to have him in my life.
 
Wow, Bluebird. I’m so sorry. I know you’ll rise (you really are SO strong), but that is some sucky shit. You and your family are in my thoughts.
 
I fell asleep almost instantly.

DarkKnight reads to me sometimes and I feel bad because we’ve been working on the Lovecraft story “The Lurking Fear” for over a month. He asked me last night what part of the story I remembered and I told him that the narrator was going up a mountain, to a spooky mansion with some guys he hired. Lol Guess what information was given out in the first sentence of the story? Lovely! He was kind of exasperated, but I fall asleep so quickly to his voice. It’s calm, measured and safe.

I definitely don’t know any more of the story this morning! However, I feel much improved, emotionally, after finally getting some rest.

Yesterday DarkKnight and I went to the bank and made a new joint account for me to pay bills out of, and I ordered a new debit card for that. The old account that we shared with PunkRock will stay active for 2 months, until we are sure all of the automated payments went through. I sent PunkRock a text about it, and he knows. Also, I am attached to his individual private checking as having access if he were to pass away, so I let him know that he needed to go to the bank to remove that permission. I think we are good on banking.

PunkRock canceled entirely his life insurance. He messaged me to know that I won’t have to pay it this month. He said that if there is a cash value, he will sign and give me the check. I am not canceling my policy - but I did call and request a new beneficiary form. It’s going to pay out 100% to DarkKnight now, rather than 50/50. Today I have to go looking for paperwork - we got a letter recently that DarkKnight was eligible to extend his policy through his old work but the deadline is at the end of this week, so I need to get the payment made. I am not sure if we will keep it long term, but we both agreed that right now we shouldn’t make any major changes until we have time to discuss it.

Car insurance - we always have had separate policies, but both of the automatic payments needed to be directed to different bank accounts now. PunkRock told me he did his but it will come out of the joint account still, due to timing. His is coming out on the 3rd, but he doesn’t get paid until the 6th. He expects me to cover this and trust he will pay me later. I will, because my name is on that account too, but it’s kinda sketchy. He says he absolutely will pay me $600 for the month on the 6th. Oh, and after he texted me about this - he actually fucking asked if I would give him $10 for gas! I was like, are you for fucking real right now dude?

I let him have $10. Old habits die hard, I guess.

The cell phones are a bit trickier, but once I looked at them, I realized that they won’t be too difficult. His is actually up for renewal, so it’s not in contract. He can just transfer it to his own name on a new account. Only, he has to wait until he has money to do this. If I were a heinous bitch, I could just shut the fucker off, but I instead told him he can keep it on until the end of the next billing cycle - like March 23rd or something. He was appreciative of that. We are probably going to have to go together when he is ready to do that. Meanwhile, I am contacting the service today and changing our plan. Dropping PunkRock and changing our plan will legit save us over $100 a month.

No longer paying his car insurance, cell phone and life insurance together will lower things $350 a month. Today will be all about budgeting. I need to know what our bottom line will be once PunkRock is no longer contributing to our household. He’s promised to pay $1200 for March, so there’s no immediate panic. I think we should be okay without that moving forward - with the $350 savings and both AntMan & BugGirl finally both paying rent starting March 1, we are going to get super close to the figure we need. I’m going to do some spreadsheets but I am not panicky about our numbers at all now that I’ve gotten some sleep.

DarkKnight and I have briefly discussed having my disabled adult son move home. We would give him a year lease and then reassess. We will have the space and it would be beneficial to get him back to baseline - he’s struggling with his hygiene, depression and lack of access to resources right now. He doesn’t have to move until June 1, so we have time to work out whether this will be helpful to everyone or not. We are currently waiting to see if he gets approved for a section 8 voucher, but he’s also in real danger of losing his disability check because he worked too many hours last year and made exactly $2000 over the allowed cap. So if he loses his disability, he’s going to have a very bad 6 months while we wait to have to have him reactivate/reapply or whatever. So his own finances will be in flux, and having him home will mean we can just assist him without having to actually pay his rent out of pocket once that shit hits the fan. If it does. His social worker has said its a real possibility. So my son will be losing $12000 in cash benefits and all of his medical insurance because he made $2000 too much. It’s frustrating.

So yeah, we need to sit down and see if it makes sense to transition him back home since we have the space. His rent payment to us would help, and also give us some breathing room to figure out his finances - we can absorb the hit to our own budget better if we can fit his rent to what he can afford. However, that depends on the amount he gets awarded from section 8, and how exactly that will work if his disability is frozen for a while. Does he immediately lose the section 8 then, or is there a buffer period? Gah! I need to follow up with his social worker. If he can hang on to section 8 for the time period, it may make sense to keep him independent if we don’t have to assist him too much.

This was all chaos I was handling previously, but it actually isn’t as daunting now that we can move him back home. It gives us a year to figure out the best way forward for him, and get him into services. He doesn’t have transportation, so again, this would help. What rent we would charge him would definitely cover the amount we need that will then be missing from what PunkRock used to contribute. Since our plan would not involve my son living here forever, we would have to figure shit out - but again, we’d have more time to see what that would look like. Lots of what ifs, so today I’m going to start making some phone calls.

DarkKnight is up for salary review, and things look positive there. When he was hired last year it was a little under market value for his position. He’s been doing research and saving his company soooo much money, he is in a good place to prove now that they need to pay him more. Minimum he should get a $500/month raise and it could actually be more. Keeping my fingers crossed because honestly he could get a bump that covers everything PunkRock was paying every month. If that happens, there won’t be anything to really reassess. Lol Instead of keeping us afloat for a while, the rent BugGirl and AntMan are paying will go into savings, and the same with my son, if he moves home. If not, we need to talk about other income streams - my kids paying us rent is definitely not a long term solution! I want them all independent and not living at home.

I feel really upbeat this morning about being able to do math. Yesterday at lunch I couldn’t even play tic tac toe. True story - our lunch table had one of the wooden peg board games, and DarkKnight and I were playing it. I kept pulling his pegs out and making it so I could win. He was like, wtf BlueBird! I would honestly space out and then look down and think, oh, if the board looked like THIS I would win. OMG I was out of it. Today so far I feel much more focused. That’s me though - if I have a plan to work, or a goal, I can for the most part stabilize myself.

I did shut down the Blessing Box until Monday, though my inbox was overflowing with offers to come and work in the overflow room and help keep it going. I can’t emotionally handle extra people in my house right now though. I am extroverted, but I am still way too raw. After the weekend I can ease back into it. I have some solid plans - friends wanna take me to a drag show Friday night and Saturday DarkKnight and I are going thrifting. I have a pre-planned murder mystery to attend on Sunday. I may cancel out of the Friday night stuff - I am not sure I am ready for a raucous night of drinking and debauchery! That is easily rescheduled though. My people are wanting to support me, and that makes everything more bearable. Oh! DarkKnight and I are signed on with a few friends to play a Harry Potter themed trivia night next weekend now too.

So yeah. Today will be some budgeting while my mind is able to handle it, and then I am going to grab the remote and binge the rest of season 3 of The Handmaid’s Tale. And cry a lot more too, I think. But the pain is less jagged today. Right at this moment.
 
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Just reread all of what I just wrote. Holy fuck I sound like I have my shit together!

That is sooooo far from the truth, y’all. I still don’t think I can keep down any food, and DarkKnight is definitely going to have to support me in the shower this morning. Writing this and reading it seems to have taken most of the energy I gained from sleeping!

Also, to clear up any misconceptions - my kids are 30, 29 and 22. AntMan is 26. When I say kids it’s not teenagers. However, they’re my children and will always be young to me!
 
Okay yeah, premature celebration for sure. Just vomited nothing into the toilet since my stomach is empty anyway. Went off on a brief crying jag and just wished I was dead. I can’t believe this is happening. I loved him so very much, and he threw me away.
 
I hesitated before giving my support because, feeling low about myself, I was wondering if I had been the PR in my own situation. But now I know that's complete bunk - first off because I was leaving an abusive situation and you were nothing but supportive and encouraging, but also because of the reason we're all here.

I will never ever ever ever understand someone who does this in a Poly relationship. Even if my dream girl...even if Gremlin came back to me and said we could be everything we were and more except I had to be mono with her - I wouldn't do it. Much as it would break my heart into a thousand pieces, I would not give up on my freedom nor on any other loving partner I may or may not have.

It just doesn't make any sense in my mind with the info you have provided. I am sickened and frustrated and angry on your behalf reading this. Yours was one of the first blogs I read here and remained one of the most inspirational to me. I am so sorry and wish I had the power to fix things (it's the Anakin in me; "I was always good at fixing things..."). You have my support, for whatever it's worth.
 
I think you have to frame it in context. PunkRock didn’t leave me just because of HippieChick. When we were working through the More Than Two book together, he said his desire to be in a poly relationship was a 2 out of 10. He didn’t consider it an orientation for himself, just a structure he was in because of his love for me. And then he was REALLY struggling to be a good hinge, and he didn’t have the skills necessary to balance things. HippieChick didn’t want him in that sort of arrangement. Her side of the equation had less stress, struggle and emotional work. This coming off the worst year of our lives as a family, with me as a wife, who is struggling to get out of depression.

I can understand his decision. I do think it’s cowardly, and heartless though. It’s the easy way out. As the losing end on this, I feel greatly betrayed and abandoned. I have gone over and over - and over - it again and again in my head, and I gave him my world. I would not do anything different at all when it comes to making space in my heart for him. I did not treat him as secondary, ever. I am quite certain of this. I also believe that by dating HippieChick, he added unnecessary stress to an already stressful situation. It absolutely was the straw that broke the camel’s back, so to speak. He was headed on a positive path, finally going to therapy, getting his meds rearranged and we were making plans for the future. I was having more and more positive days myself, and there was finally a light at the end of the tunnel. But she brought in good things for him, and I did see the value in that. If you reread my entries at the beginning of their relationship - I was so very excited for him. However, the NRE scrambled his brain, and she poisoned him against his family (I’m sure she would describe it differently - but she sure as hell wasn't encouraging him to work things out in therapy) and now my life is shattered.

So ends that chapter in my life.

Which leads me to thoughts - I just posted this on Facebook, so I thought I’d add it here.

One thing I want to share is that my old relationship structure is not necessarily one that will ever exist again for me. With ethical polyamory, the structure should fit the people - you don’t seek out a person to fill a checkbox.

Living as a non-religious polygamist in a MFM V-shape was amazing - until it wasn’t. Having two husbands was really, really good for me. (I’m kinda extra, as I am sure you may have noticed.) But it wasn’t the number that made a difference, it was PunkRock and DarkKnight as *people.* I had amazing support because I had amazing spouses.

I won’t be dating anyone for a long while, but when I do, it will be with an open heart and an open mind. I won’t be on “the hunt” for a husband. That’s a traditional monogamous mindset that I rejected a while back.

I won’t be looking to fill a space on a flowchart, but one in my heart.

Right now that heart is kind of a mess, and DarkKnight is holding it together in a taped-up shoebox. I don’t have anything to offer anyone else, so until I have some time to heal, I won’t be on dating sites or meeting anyone. When I do put myself back out there, my focus will be on meeting people, not guys with an ability to wear a specific label.
 
Fuck, I am exhausted with all of this fucking emotional processing. I know it will result in a healthier mindset on the other side of things, but it’s draining. I am tired of thinking about everything.
 
Would you like any web links to random stuff that you can click on when you don't want to think?
 
I honestly felt so inspired reading your last post there bluebird. You are so right that he doesn't define if you're lovable or anything like that. I've been reading your blog this i joined this site and just want to say all the love and hugs to you, so glad you're taking this as okay as you can given the circumstances <3
 
Sending internet hugs. I'm sorry that his unpredictable and erratic behavior has really hurt you and your family. Adding more people is never going to help a struggling relationship. And it was beyond unconscionable to straight up lie to you like that. Even when you know that part of your body is broken beyond fixing and has to go, it still hurts and is a loss and you grieve. I know you'll pull your shattered pieces back together and get through this, and I hope you find equilibrium soon. 💙
 
Would you like any web links to random stuff that you can click on when you don't want to think?

No, I have an account on reddit. :D:D:D
Thanks though!

My youngest came over today, and I helped her set up her life insurance and 401(k) choices. She just started her new job, and this was her first time ever being invested for retirement. She was excited, but then disheartened, when she saw how much 7% of her check was. We talked, and she decided to put in 4%, with an automatic increase every year of 1%. She was unaware of what a 401(k) actually was, so we talked about investing. lol She didn't realize how it worked. "I could lose it all! This is stupid! I want to have money to retire!" She was so cute. We picked a good mix and she seems happy. BugGirl is helping her color the tips of her hair black right now.

She really has been amazing today. She came and sat with me in bed, and talked to me about her feelings about PunkRock. He did text her after I told him too, so I felt good about that. I hope he doesn't disappear in her life, because she needs that support. Having been adopted as older children, my kids have always been effected by loss much more keenly than others with a traditional background. She told me that she feels really angry at HippieChick, and we discussed how this was PunkRock's decision, and it isn't fair to give him a pass and heap blame on the woman, especially since that isn't the entire reason we fell apart.

However, that said, fuck HippieChick. I'm not about to thank her for this.

My daughter says in her opinion, HippieChick was the catalyst that set this off. PunkRock hadn't planned to dump me that day. Something happened with what she said to him, and it triggered the events. Now he's miserable. She says he texted her that he was miserable, anyway. I'm not under the illusion that he's regretting it though.

Doesn't matter. It's done. He absolutely said he hasn't loved me in a long time, so that's what I am going with.

Thank you everyone though, for the nice words. It helps. I don't feel like an inspiration. I am a very ordinary person, and I have ups and downs and get irrational just like everyone else. I've been down for a long time, but I am determined to build myself up. There's not really any other alternative, you know?

Now both my daughters want to go to the drag show tomorrow night. I told them I was probably going to cancel, because I am still not keeping food down too well. I had oatmeal at lunch and did okay, but that doesn't mean I can go to a gay club and shake my ass without spraying milkshake on the crowd! lol We will go together soon though. I think that would be fun. My youngest and I have lots of friends who go there frequently, so it would be an accepting safe space for me, for sure.
 
I feel asleep instantly last night, so I can't give an update to the Lovecraft story. Poor DarkKnight. I'm sure he must love me, because he's read the first couple of pages at least 15 times now! I woke up around 2 am, but then fell back asleep at 4 am, and then just woke up again at 9 am. I feel better, but not better better, if you know what I mean. I think every day I will be a little stronger. That's what I am hoping for, at least.

I am still shitting liquid yellow, but I am no longer vomiting. Of course, I am not eating much at all, but I think my digestive system may actually improve this weekend. My emotional issues always transform into physical, when it's intense. I had an Atkins shake just now for breakfast, and I am hoping to eat a real lunch this afternoon. Maybe part of a sub?

A weird thing happened last night, where I had half a peanut butter and jelly sandwich that DarkKnight made me, and the roof of my mouth immediately went sore - like I had a sore throat, and then my throat felt thinner and my breath was shallow? I was like, uh...wtf is in this sandwich?! I've never been allergic to anything like that, so I just waited to see what would happen and within 10 minutes, all of that stopped. I didn't get a rash or anything. But it was bizarre. DarkKnight and my youngest were concerned and trying to convince me to go to the hospital, but I wouldn't budge. Honestly, I was concerned how it would look. I don't want anyone to think I am trying to be dramatic. That's not how I operate at all. Also, I don't even want to think about what the insurance wouldn't cover while there.

I'm going to get dressed today and take AntMan to work in the afternoon. DarkKnight is working from home today, and I am so glad I can just look over and see him there. I'm feeling better, but it's relative. I'm still shaky AF. I am terrified in my mind about how my brain is going to take this breakup. My attachment has always been wonky and to have PunkRock say he hasn't loved me at all for a solid year...I had no idea. How can someone lie and pretend and not even bring it up - I was in therapy and he could have asked to work on anything at all. We had trips, events, he bought me presents. Our sex life saw a marked improvement - at least I thought it had. The betrayal I feel about all of that. Why would he spend all that money on his tattoo of me if there was no love? I just don't understand that at all. And then to date someone knowing our relationship was in jeopardy? I told him we were shaky, but he said he was solid. That fact alone is enough to make me question his integrity as a human being. It hurts to know that he lied all this time.

I don't feel like my brain is caught in a fugue anymore. It was for a while. The crying was just again and again, and just thinking of him would set me off. Today I am more logical with it? I don't know how to describe it. I'm examining each facet of our relationship and saying goodbye to it. I still want this to not be real, but it is. DarkKnight is going to take me out tonight, I think. That will help. I'm not able to go to the Drag Show - I can't handle that level of interaction and activity. But being out with my husband, and having him love on me - that will help me heal.
 
Ugh ugh ugh. Just had to block PunkRock’s stepmom on Facebook. I posted that I was packing up the DVDs in our living room, because I was struggling with looking at his items in our shared space. I know how he procrastinates with packing - having helped him move twice - and I want this to go smoothly. She literally flipped out and said I was being petty, and it was horrible for me to be saying such terrible things. Like, crazy off the wall comments. It really shocked me, to be honest. I didn’t say anything bad, or trash talk him at all. That’s not my style at all. It really felt like she was trying to manufacture drama. Deleted.
 
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