I do hope i'm not offending anyone off the bat with the title 'secondary'. I hate it myself, but for the sake of the question...
This is my first post, so hello! Thank you to you all for allowing me to quietly learn from your lives. I've been reading since my husband and I started this journey last August.
Frankly, shit has gone pear shaped and we need some advice. A little background~ David and I have been together for 14 years, married for 10. We have two sweet ones that are still little (6+8), and live in a tiny community in the tropics. We never even considered a poly lifestyle until things started bumping in an interesting and exciting way last summer. Enter Paul, an old love that I hadn't seen in 22 years. The typical badboy that breaks your heart, but somehow you can never shake? Ya, he showed up in this tiny town, in this tiny country (that neither of us are from, nor did we grow up here) and threw me for a right loop.
Long and painful story short, through incredible communication and love, David has welcomed Paul into our lives and we are living quite harmoniously. Not together, but in close proximity. I am blissfully happy and can't quite believe this is my life at the moment. I'm holding it with such gratitude as I understand at my core that whatever my loves must feel, it is not nearly as perfect as how it feels to me.
My husband, David, started a relationship with Allison 2 months after mine began. She is...lovely. She is probably the best friend one can have. Loyal, attentive and fun. She strives to be the 'cool chick'~ 'nothing bothers me, i got this, no worries' kind of woman. Unfortunately, she tries to play this role and in the meantime becomes her own worst enemy. She is attention seeking, emotionally immature, and spiteful. She has simultaneously been the most fun my husband has had in years, and the biggest pain in his ass. But he loves her, and I support him fully.
Sadly, I think the reality is that poly is not for her. She can't wrap her head around it. She needs more, and I can't blame her. His biggest fear was that he wasn't going to be able to give her what she needs, and that has become glaringly apparent in her recent hissy fits. Basically, while Paul would love nothing more than to become part of our family, Allison buries her head in the sand that a family even exists and loses her mind when she is reminded of it.
I have looked everywhere to get a better understanding of the 'secondary's' perspective. To see how we can be more compassionate, how to better share time, to give our partners the voice they deserve, and to put (her) mind at ease that the 'rug isn't going to be pulled out from under her' on a whim. We need a manual!
Quite simply~ what shit role to have. We have it all, while they 'wait' for time with us. I welcome any and all perspectives...
This is my first post, so hello! Thank you to you all for allowing me to quietly learn from your lives. I've been reading since my husband and I started this journey last August.
Frankly, shit has gone pear shaped and we need some advice. A little background~ David and I have been together for 14 years, married for 10. We have two sweet ones that are still little (6+8), and live in a tiny community in the tropics. We never even considered a poly lifestyle until things started bumping in an interesting and exciting way last summer. Enter Paul, an old love that I hadn't seen in 22 years. The typical badboy that breaks your heart, but somehow you can never shake? Ya, he showed up in this tiny town, in this tiny country (that neither of us are from, nor did we grow up here) and threw me for a right loop.
Long and painful story short, through incredible communication and love, David has welcomed Paul into our lives and we are living quite harmoniously. Not together, but in close proximity. I am blissfully happy and can't quite believe this is my life at the moment. I'm holding it with such gratitude as I understand at my core that whatever my loves must feel, it is not nearly as perfect as how it feels to me.
My husband, David, started a relationship with Allison 2 months after mine began. She is...lovely. She is probably the best friend one can have. Loyal, attentive and fun. She strives to be the 'cool chick'~ 'nothing bothers me, i got this, no worries' kind of woman. Unfortunately, she tries to play this role and in the meantime becomes her own worst enemy. She is attention seeking, emotionally immature, and spiteful. She has simultaneously been the most fun my husband has had in years, and the biggest pain in his ass. But he loves her, and I support him fully.
Sadly, I think the reality is that poly is not for her. She can't wrap her head around it. She needs more, and I can't blame her. His biggest fear was that he wasn't going to be able to give her what she needs, and that has become glaringly apparent in her recent hissy fits. Basically, while Paul would love nothing more than to become part of our family, Allison buries her head in the sand that a family even exists and loses her mind when she is reminded of it.
I have looked everywhere to get a better understanding of the 'secondary's' perspective. To see how we can be more compassionate, how to better share time, to give our partners the voice they deserve, and to put (her) mind at ease that the 'rug isn't going to be pulled out from under her' on a whim. We need a manual!
Quite simply~ what shit role to have. We have it all, while they 'wait' for time with us. I welcome any and all perspectives...