Homesteading Triad, Dynamics, and the Family Calendar

It's monsoon season. Normally very low humidity 8-12% but it's in the 40% humidity right now. At night we have clouds and thunder roll through, sometimes if we are lucky we get rain. Or, at an extreme, we get flash floods. This photo was taken last night from the property.
 

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Hot hot week here in the desert. On July 4th it was 113 degrees as the high, still 105 degrees at 8PM, finally at 10PM went to 99. No fireworks for us! Instead we were grateful for the a/c. I have my tiny home pretty much solidly covered with Reflexix and it's making a huge difference to keep it inside. Sir and Meow's house has a swamp cooler, which is working great but once the serious rains come (last week was only a precursor) it won't work anymore.

There are still communication issues, but we are working hard to solve them. There is lots of love and a commitment to stay together and work things out. Meow has my back. Last night we were trying to talk something out. It was my turn to talk, and Sir kept interrupting me. Meow got on him to be quiet and let me talk. He apologized and we continued to talk it out until we we solved the problem. I think the heat is making us all grouchy, to be honest.

We do chores in the morning, then Sir and I go to work and Meow stays home to mind things. Then Sir and I come home from work, we eat dinner and then do evening chores just as the sun is setting, which makes it a bit more bearable. Then inside, showers, and bedtime. On weekends like this week, we do indoor work during the day. There are some home projects that need attention. And we nap. I love where we live---- most of the time. But just as people in other areas of the country and world have long winters, we have long summers that keep us indoors and suffering. At least we don't have to shovel snow! Fall, Winter, and Spring are gorgeous.

Hoping to have Handfasting next Winter.
 
After the sun went down we burned some old papers, roasted some marshmallows, and enjoyed our little slice of Heaven.
 

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First of all, heat and fires are the theme of the week. It was a record breaking week of heat with the highs 114-115 all week, one day my car registered 124 outside. We had thunderstorms on Thursday night that started two separate brush fires 25 miles from our homestead, and those merged into one fire that burned 28,000 acres by morning. I woke up to the strong smell of smoke coming in through my tiny home a/c unit. I opened the door to find haze but no visible fires. I went to Sir and Meow's house, where he had been up for the past 2 hours (he gets fire alerts on his phone). Together we climbed to the roof and could not see any fires. Turns out it was on the other side of the mountains, but we surely saw the smoke. As it was still 430 in the morning, he brought me back to their bed and we snuggled and slept for another hour until it was time to get up for work. Meow was coming with me on Friday with the weekly laundry, which she does at my city home while I work. It saves on water usage (as mentioned previously we have to truck in our homestead water), and power usage (it's about 3x the cost of power on the homestead--- someday we hope to get solar . . .). As we drove in we saw the smoke and haze follow us to the city, which was an hour away. When I got home off work I brought dinner and we ate together and drove back with the laundry and my kiddo (who I have for the weekend). We arrived home and my child immediately asked if she could hang out in their home, as it was "more fun." Meow is like a grandma to my child, and there is so much love all around. So kiddo went to their big house, and I put away my lovingly folded laundry that Meow had done for me. I found a few of her things in with mine and smiled to myself. I realize how strange and how beautiful our lives are, how it's all working out great for everyone, and how truly happy I am, and how we all are.

By the way the fire has not grown any bigger thanks to the 250+ fire workers fighting it. We are not in any danger, it is still on the other side of the mountain and 25 miles away. This morning the air was better, the wind shifted, and hopefully it will be out soon. I am thankful for the firefighters and support crew that were out there in the 115 degree heat protecting us and keeping us safe.
 

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I see it was a typo in your second sentence where you said it was as hot as 155! 115 is bad enough! Stay safe.
 
I see it was a typo in your second sentence where you said it was as hot as 155! 115 is bad enough! Stay safe.
haha good catch! I fixed it, but yes it certainly feels like 155+
 
Fires are being controlled and have not grown, but are not getting smaller yet either. Again, thankful for the brave and hardworking firefighters. The smoke is now blowing a different direction. I am loving my new goat Taco so much! He follows me like a dog, even when I jog, he will jog with me! He allows me to put his halter on because he loves going for walks. I carry a stick in case we encounter a coyote. This morning Sir had to shoot one. It was aggressive and not running away when he tried to shoo it, and was stalking our dog. Part of homestead life. We have great respect for the wildlife and try to live peacefully with them, but we also know when it's time to dispatch.

As far as our family goes, Meow and I continue to get closer to each other. Sir used to be a BDSM photographer at those conventions, before his cancer and then the pandemic ended that for him. But he still has props. Yesterday Meow pulled out a pair of custom made high heel ballet shoes that he used for his models. She gave them to me and said it would be fun if I put them in on bed and surprised him by hiding them them under the covers until he got into bed and then show him! She herself sadly has physical limitations, and she's vanilla, but she understands we each have a role with him that the other cannot fill. So together we make each other happy.

Another sweet moment yesterday-- Sir has recently given me a silver collar to wear as I wish. It is something that makes him happy that I agreed to wear it. Yesterday we surprised him at work. I wore my collar and Meow saw it and smiled and went and got out a leather studded cat collar. She used to wear them before she got sick. She has also recently dyed her hair again and she is getting stronger and better. So we showed up in our collars as a surprise. His face lit up and he said, "I am a very blessed man indeed."
 

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How quickly the weather changes out here! Fire is now 65% contained, but this evening we got a severe weather alert. Then less than 30 minutes later a dust storm approached. I hurried to get my goat and the chickens fed, and Sir fed the horse, and then we rushed into our homes (me the tiny home, he to the big home). The dust storm rolled over us, followed by a few drops of rain, just enough to tease us. The smell of rain in the desert is heavenly even if it's only a few drops.

Meow has not felt well all weekend. She has some ongoing health issues. We were planning to go into town today to the mall and have fun, and have Sir finish a repair at my city home. But instead we just hung out at home. Anyway, there is always plenty of work to do. I love my life here vs. the city. It keeps me alive and my life has purpose. If I didn't have this little family and the homestead, I would have spent the weekend cleaning my city home, shopping, take the kiddo out somewhere (which is limited in the heat), and probably binge watching Netflix or something. And, being very lonely. I have been burned by people in the past, I don't trust easily. I have a few friends but they are busy with their lives and families.

But, away from the city on the homestead I have a thousand small chores to keep me alive and busy, and in shape. I have two people who love me dearly. Other than my adult children and my one young child, I have no other family anymore. I am so grateful for these two lovely people who embraced me, all my trauma, my small child, and set about to fold me into their family. And I in turn am giving them new life, being a helpmate and friend, a partner and lover.

Here are some photos from today, including the dust storm rolling in, and the beautiful sunset it created. Our water tank is visible in the second photo.

And, showing off my new collar and day collar. I will wear the day collar all the time, and the real one as I am able when not at work or sleeping. I am so honored and feel blessed by this vow of love that is, in many ways, deeper than marriage.
 

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How fun it must be to take a walk with a cute goat! <3
 
More crazy weather! On Sunday afternoon the power went out all over our area--- at least two small towns, all the surrounding areas (we are 10 miles south of the nearest small town), and the Reservation. Turns out a microburst thunderstorm took down 10 power lines. It was about 105 degrees, which was mild, but once the a/c went out it was bad. I turned on the solar power to my tiny home and at least my lights and fridge worked but not a/c. So, with no estimated repair time, we packed up the cars, dogs, our medications, some food-- fed the farm animals-- and went to my city home 1 hour away. As we drove by, we saw storms and broken power lines. We all tucked ourselves into my queen bed. As usual Meow was on her side with the CPAP. Sir and I made an agreement that if I was going to sleep in the bed, it would not be in the middle all night long. I would rather sleep in the kid's bed (she was at her dad's for the weekend). He reallllly wanted me to sleep with them, so we made a compromise that each time one of us got up to go to the bathroom, we would switch who was in the middle. At one point he got up, I moved to the middle, and when he came back from the bathroom I was snuggled up to Meow and she was snuggling me back. She is not much of a snuggler so he said it was really sweet. It turns out the power finally came back on at 1AM! Sooo glad we decided to bail when we did!

The other exciting thing this week is that we have changed our calendar. Originally it was Sir with me on Weds and Saturday. I was fine with this, sort of. I made peace with it, deferring to her as the wife, and trying to balance kid time and was using the other nights as "me" time. But as we have gotten closer I have craved to spend more time with him. I love sleeping next to him, cuddling and waking up in the morning. But, I know that's also what I signed up for, to be the "second." And although I have plenty of say about things, I also know to tread lightly and let things develop organically so that we are all okay with changes. Anyway, this week, Meow approached Sir in private and said, "I think you need to spend more time with her." And she suggested 3 nights a week! So Sir then asked if I was okay with that! Of course I am! New schedule-- Sir with me Tues/Thurs/Saturday, Meow Mon/Weds/Friday, and Sunday we can have a family bed night on my non-child weekends.
 

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Meow and I stayed overnight on Friday at the city home to have a girl's night (we are platonic) along with my kiddo. We started to watch a bit of the Olympic opening ceremonies, and then had to turn it off for not being family friendly!!! The beheading, the raunchy stuff, oh my! Today we plan to go out for breakfast, then head over the mall for some fun before heading back to the boonies. Sir had a much needed night off from the family and probably stayed up playing video games and recharging his batteries.

I'm having a pain crisis and not much fun the past few days. On Weds I drove home and collapsed at 630 PM, slept through until morning. I knew the pain crisis was coming, and indeed it did. I have Elhlers-Danlos Syndrome, and am always in pain, but sometimes it flares for unknown reasons. I feel like the day after a car crash the past few days, and I refuse to take anything stronger than over the counter meds for it. Just lots of rest until it's over, and dusting off my walker for the mall today. It sucks, but it is what it is.
 
Living in a family of three adults is hard and complicated. When things are going well it's bliss. When they are not, it's messy.

Meow has had a few small strokes and has affected her thinking and talking. She is a very good hearted person and I love her dearly, but sometimes she gets into these moods where she talks incessantly and can't turn off. It's very much stream of consciousness talking. It is rapid fire and often goes to dark places of trauma. I am usually able to lovingly tolerate this, but since I've been in a severe pain crisis this week, my tolerance level is not good. Normally I would have put myself to bed for a couple of days of bedrest--- but I had to work, take care of kiddo, and drive back and forth from city to country. Meow came with me on Thursday and Friday this week, stayed over on Friday night as previously mentioned, and we went to an indoor fun place on Saturday morning with kiddo. I had to take my walker, it was that bad for me. But dammit, I was going to take my child to have some fun. The indoor fun place would have been hard enough on its own, and I had Meow with me talking incessantly. She didn't want to go on any of the rides, which is fine, but she outlined exactly what might go wrong if she did, worst case scenerio. I feel bad for her, she always goes to dark places in those times.

On the way home I snapped a little bit, caught myself, and turned on a nature documentary for kiddo and her to watch to try to keep them both quiet. Meow was commenting on it a lot, but at least she had to pause to see what happened next.

I got home and Sir walked into the tiny home, just got off work and tired, and I vented to him. It was all pent up and came out and he listened. And then apparently went to their home and she did the same thing and vented about me! ha! I'm sure that being in my pain crisis mode, I was definitely not in a good mood and just trying to cope. He came back over for our scheduled night together, and the next morning we talked about how to talk about this and get the tension out into the open and apologize and make each other more aware of the ways we get on each other's nerves. He said he feels very uncomfortable when we each vent to him. I can see this and felt immediately very sorry. Meow also vents to me about Sir at times-- things that are not part of my life with them--- for example they share a bank account and have to stick to a budget, and Sir has a hard time with that. I have no financial involvement and have no say or input on this, so I just listen. Or he doesn't clean up after himself-- again I don't live with him so I don't deal with this personally. (As I am secretly glad I don't have those issues and live somewhat apart, but next to, them!)

The other issue is that Meow is apparently feeling a bit put on the back burner by Sir. I can see that too. Sir and I have a very romantic, affectionate relationship without all the trappings of everyday life (finances for example). When we are together it is all fun and pleasure for the most part. He and Meow have to deal with practical daily living stuff and balance that with their fun and affection times. I had been telling him for weeks he needs to take her out on dates more. Their marriage had fallen into a state of complacency when I showed up. He is going to make more of an effort to do that, starting with plans this week to take her out to dinner. I am also going to give them more of a break from myself, and start staying in the city home two nights a week-- it will save on gas, and allow them space to be together.

He stated he is trying very hard to balance, and it's a lot of work, but he wanted this and now he has it. I told him that yes, it's complicated. I have more experience than them at the poly relationship thing but I think he's doing a great job. I also told him these feelings and complications would come up even if it was, for example, a traditional family with a lot of kids. The kids would also each be having different needs for attention, jealousy at times, or a crisis that needed extra attention. He agreed with this analogy.

Speaking of kids, Sir is stepping into the stepfather role very well too. Yesterday the kiddo was miffed that Sir went to feed the horse without her. She has a new little battery powered ATV that she rides and follows him out to the horse pen and watches him feed the horse. But, it turns out Meow needed some extra TLC yesterday and he took her instead, and they rode around on the big ATV while he gave her extra attention. This morning Sir is going to take kiddo to the water pipe stand to fill the water containers and out for ice cream while Meow and I sit and talk about our feelings over coffee.

Yes it's complicated. I am glad I'm just a part of this family, not the hinge as he is. He has the most work and needs the most finesse.

It is still freaking hot. The weather is not helping. We are only 6 months into this, and I do think we are doing a good job. I am looking forward to better weather, and more time to settle into this beautiful chosen family.
 
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So Sir took kiddo out to fill water, and came back with brunch from McD's. After we ate we had The Talk. I was very tactful and loving. I sat next to her on the bench seat at the kitchen table, and started out with, "Can we talk about a sensitive topic?" and of course she got worried as anyone would. And then I lovingly talked about myself, how I want to be more positive for myself and my child, and stay in the present not the past. I also want to not talk about worst case scenerios, especially in front of kiddo. She then relaxed and said she was starting to realize she did that, and she would try to to better. I said I would too. We came up with the code phrase to say 'Think Positive" if someone caught someone else expressing negative thinking. Of course it's not all rainbows and sunshine in our lives, but we can save the darker or more serious discussions for formal, not have them spill out into everyday life. She ended with, "So when I was saying that McD's doesn't give out peanuts with their Sundaes anymore, it's probably not a good idea to say it's because people were dying?" and I said probably not, and we both laughed. We hugged and expressed our love. Sir was relieved it went so well and told me "Well done" and "Good girl."
 
Another adjustment to the schedule. The heat is getting to us, and that and my long commutes to/from the city caught up with me. I ended up in a bad pain crisis that then affected my moods and made me very irritable. I talked to them about this and we agreed that I need to rest more. I think they-- and to be fair I myself-- forget that I have this chronic condition until I get into a pain crisis. We have decided that for the time being I need to reduce my commute and focus on rest. Also, starting next week my work hours will be changing so that I have to be at work much earlier.


The solution is to stay in the city Monday, Weds, and Friday nights, and more if needed. This will also give Sir more together time with Meow, and more rest time for himself. And less time with me and Meow together so we won't get on each other's nerves, and will instead have good quality time when we see each other.

It's constant adjustment. I hope we find a good holding pattern soon. But honestly, I have felt more rested the two nights staying in my city home. Tonight I had a nice bubble bath and soaked my sore muscles, which feel like they have ground glass in them. In the desert home a bath is a luxury and a waste of water.

Tonight I texted Sir that I was about to go to bed. He called me and said goodnight for about 2 minutes. He and Meow are watching a show together. This is a good balance, I think. For now.
 
And here's how it blows up and ends.
I had been feeling that things were tense. I had actually been starting to pack up a lot of my stuff and move it slowly back to the city home, just in case (life has taught me to always have a backup plan).
Sir started to have more emotional blow ups, always when my child was not there at least. But still.
He started to become more and more controlling. I could not do anything right. He was blowing up at Meow too, but she has tolerated it having lived with him for decades. And she was then working up her anxiety which is why she was talking a mile a minute and being a bit much for me.
I called a family meeting. We all sat at the table. I had rehearsed all day what I was going to say-- and with kindness and compassion too.
I got about 3 words out and Meow stood up and said, "I'm not doing this today" and walked out, and as she walked out she said some angry words to me.
I looked at Sir and was about to say something to him, and he pointed his finger at me and said, "Get the hell out! Now!" I was stunned, and sat there so he repeated it twice more.
I was done.
I got up and walked outside, went into my tiny home and started to gather items and load them into my car. Sir came running outside, said sorry, and said please don't leave. I kept packing and said I was done. I handed him my collar and said, "I'm officially asking you for release from the Dynamic, as well." I took my ring off and gave it to him. I kept packing.
He alternated between yelling at me, slamming doors, and saying sorry and begging me to stay. I kept quiet and kept packing.
At one point Meow came out and stood there. I told her I'm sorry but I can't stay.
He found a small pendant he had given me that said "My Good Girl" and pressed into my hands and said please stay. I gave it back to him and said I'm not anyone's good girl. He then threw it into the dirt. Then he picked it up and pressed it back into my hands. I took it, just wanting to keep the peace. I drove off.
I arrived back to my city home, unpacked my car, and felt, honestly, relieved. I slept very well.
All last week after I got home, Sir has been texting me morning and night to say he misses me, etc.
I had some final things I had left behind. He drove them to my home this morning. He got down on his knees literally held my hands and begged me to stay. He offered that we attend couples counseling together.
I told him I want to part as friends, but we are over as far as being romantic or family.
He said, "you never loved me and you don't love me now."
I said I did love him, and still do, but we can't do this anymore.
He said F--- You and left.
And that's that.

But wait, there's more.
I have no regrets for trying this. I got a great deal of joy and good memories out of this.
I am proud of myself for walking away when it started to become wrong.
This is the last time I will try a family poly situation.
I was trying to complete myself by making a family. Now I realize I am my own family, complete as I am, perfect as I am. I and my two adult children and my one young child, we are just fine as we are.
I will continue to date and form relationships, but I will forever be solo poly from now on.
I will not share a home with anyone again, and that's fine. At least that's how I see it for the foreseeable future.
I will not remarry or share finances with anyone (that rule was already in place but now emphasized again).
A dear solo poly friend of 8 years, who has expressed his interest in me before but the timing was never right, said after I have a chance to heal, the door is open to more than friends if I wish it. I do . . when I have had a chance to heal.
So life goes on.
 
I’m sorry. 😢
 
Holy shit. That was some seriously erratic fucked-up behavior from that guy. (I won't call him Sir.) Honestly, Doms can be the most fucked up insecure people ever. They start a power exchange protocol because they're too weak to be equals.

Yikes! I am so glad you got out of there when you saw the handwriting on the wall. This could have gotten really scary and abusive if you'd stayed one more minute!

There's nothing wrong with cohabiting with another poly partner, but in any relationship it's best to not move in together for AT LEAST a year, preferably two or three. Good thing you kept your apartment. I'm proud of you.
 
I'm so sorry that it ended that way. However the fact that you took yourself out of that situation and have insight to what you want and need shows to me that you are literally amazing. I hope that your healing helps you move even further in your journey. Hugs xx
 
Thank you to this community for your support and feedback! I listen to a lot of podcasts and have watched Youtube videos about Narcissistic Abuse. I have some family history of this . . . but not until I look back and am out of the situation do I see the full patterns that happened here.

First he built me up, made me feel more amazing than I've felt in years. Honestly I like some of the changes he suggested like my new hair color and style, the nipple piercings, the feeling sexy again. I will keep those at least!!

Then he heard enough of my background story to figure out what I really wanted (love, family). He presented himself as someone who could offer those things to me. His wife went along with it-- I honestly think she's so deep into the abuse she just follows along. I am concerned for her, but she does have a son who checks on her every so often, so at least she has someone safe in her life.

He gave those things to me and made me feel great and safe for awhile.

He future-faked me. He told me all of these grand plans of things we could all do. As the abuse continued he started to withdraw those promises, even go so far as to say he doesn't remember saying that (gaslighting). This is where things started to feel weird.

Then he pounced. He started to slowly criticize everything the things that brought me joy, or the things that previously he had built up in me.

-- example-- I come from a traumatic childhood, and he knew this. He used to tell me how strong I was, how he was proud of me for surviving and being successful. That slowly turned into how broken I was, how many scars I had. And then, how messed up I was. How I needed help and therapy for those problems. And then--- "even though" I had those traumas and trauma responses and was "messed up" he loved me anyway.

-- simpler example-- not only in the big ways but the small way-- I bought the goat as a source of joy, a pet, and also to do weed control which he desperately needed on the property. I had a few days to bond with the goat. He thanked me for the addition of the goat. Then slowly he started to complain about the goat, say "it's just one more thing to take care of" even though I was taking care of it. He told me that the goat, who we were planning to let roam in the fenced in area, was "too destructive" and needed to stay in its pen. Therefore the weed problem continued. By the way the fenced area had nothing in it that the goat could have harmed. So I felt bad that the goat was in its pen all day and started to walk the goat, which brought me great joy. He then told me it was not safe to walk it around the property, he would rather he be home when I walked it. etc. In the end I offered to sell the goat to stop him complaining so much.

The Dynamic was something he introduced in the beginning of the relationship. I joined an online community and learned a lot about what a good Dom should be like. At first he was this--- or claimed to be. Then he slowly started saying he made his own rules, etc. He built me up as a good sub, and I did enjoy the clear black and white rules. It gave me security. And the power to use a safeword if needed. But then he kept telling me I was "not quite there" and needed to still work on xyz to be a good sub. So again, from building me up to tearing me down.

I remember one argument where he did a lot of circular arguing to the point where I was frustrated to tears. So I felt like I couldn't say anything right, and I just stopped talking at all. He asked me why didn't I respond, and I said because every time I open my mouth to reply you either take it in a way I didn't mean it, or you think it's wrong. So I'm done with this conversation. And that made him more upset. Dammed if I do, dammed if I don't. By the end I was resenting the Dynamic, which was my signal to myself that it was time to end it. Even before we had the final blow up I was planning to end it.

He would tell things to Meow and then tell different things to me, causing the two of us to have disagreements, confusion, or misunderstandings. I think that final day when things blew up, he was threatened that I wanted us to all talk together at the family meeting to clear up misunderstandings. In the past I had gone to her and she to me, and we figured out he was telling us different things, that maybe he was confused--- but then he would tell us that "you two are hanging up on me and I'm tired of it. Stop talking about me between yourselves:

He found out my most tender spots from my trauma background and history I had shared with him. At first he comforted me (as mentioned above) but later he used those things against me and did the exact same things to me that hurt me in the past. And then, is typical of this kind of abuser, he swooped in to apologize and offer comfort to me---- after just hurting me.

For example, in my past I have this scar from my mom kicking me out of my home when I was a teen. I had told him, if we don't work out, let's part peacefully, please don't just walk out or kick me out. Well, during fights he often would say, "I'd done!" and turn to leave-- for the dumbest disagreements. I felt like I'd been slapped in the heart and said don't do that again.

Well, the final day, he said, "Get the Hell out!" when I was sitting at the kitchen table in what was supposed to be "our" family home. And we had not even had a chance to start an argument yet-- it was supposed to be a family meeting. That realllly hurt me and sent me into huge fight or flight. So I fled, started packing my things. He then rushed out and tried to hug me and say sorry and I just kept saying excuse me and going around him to pack. Then when I didn't accept his offer of comfort he would shout at me and tell me fine, leave, I will delete you and block you. And then when I didn't reply, or would say, "That's fine, it's your choice what to do." he would then try to comfort me and say sorry again. And things like "We are your true family" and "No one else understands your form of crazy like I do."

Anyway, I am proud of myself, and thankful for those podcasts, YouTube videos, self help books, and personal therapists that I had in years past. I will list those in another entry. I want to turn this disaster of an experiment into something good.

I have to stop for now and get ready for work.
Thanks again for the support. This is certainly not how I saw this going, but I'm glad I'm safe and out.
 
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What an ending. You could do overnights for the first couple of years and then nesting after if you feel comfortable. Just go slow as molasses. You don't need to rule it out fully, not everyone is the same and there are people out there you are compatible with for living.
Awful that it turned out that way. Glad to hear you got out.
 
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