Every morning I wake up to Maca's alarm clock between 5-5:30 am. He sits on the bed to get dressed. I tried putting a bench in our room for him to sit on, but he never used it. I gave up. So I just lie here while the bed bounces. I wait until he leaves and things are calm and quiet again, then I try to go back to sleep. But since this most recent drama, it is impossible for me to sleep. I laid here for a couple hours going through the whole thing in my head, in theory, to find some sort of better understanding. But realistically it just repeats, still makes little to no sense to me, and wastes my precious hours of sleep.
He wants to do therapy "for a year," during which time we will have no other lovers. I can remain in the house with the kids and continue working on school. At the end of a year, if we decide our relationship can't be recreated through coming to a resolution in regards to our incompatibilities, I find work and move out.
He suggested a deal that I name a dollar amount of support I would need to finish my bachelor's degree at that time & he will provide it if I agree to sign off on him keeping all of his retirement.
In the meantime, we are sharing space until he leaves for Kodiak on Monday. He will return for December, go back to Kodiak in January until April or May.
I have to wonder how exactly we can possibly do therapy under those constraints. Not that it is impossible, but it would certainly require him to make a very large and concerted effort to make it possible. And I am left wondering, does the year start this month, or does it start when we start therapy? Is it worth the risk to NOT seek work right now, and continue with school? Is it worth the risk of taking a job and quitting school?
Every day I see my dream car in our driveway. The car I couldn't have, but he bought on October 20th after telling me he was done, he couldn't be with me any more and we agreed to separate. My resentment and fury grow. I want to scream at him "How could you do that?!" I want to beat the car to smithereens with a baseball bat as the tears of hurt pour down my cheeks. He has never had any interest in that type of car. It has always been my dream. A dream ruined with the blight of him deciding he doesn't want to be with me, that all of the hard work I have put in to better myself is not good enough for him.
He tells me yesterday he needs to get off and requests to have uninterrupted time in the bedroom. Ok, whatever. But damn. I can't even dream of sex. I don't even want anyone, ANYONE, to touch me. Not even a hug. I am so hurt, so angry, so completely uncertain of who I can trust.
We have a king-size bed. Since this started, we've simply segregated the bed and remained on our own sides. In the past I have always gone to the couch. But it's fucking freezing cold now, so I have stayed right here, sleeping fully clothed, wrapped in my own pillows and blankets. But every few days, he reaches for me in the night. I move away, wondering, "HOW can you NOT realize that any trust I had gained for you went FLYING OUT THE WINDOW with the insanity you displayed in the last month?"
HOW can he not see that in return for forthright honesty I have been emotionally beaten to the ground, had my friends verbally attacked and threatened in such a vile manner that they don't feel safe having face-to-face contact with me, had my dreams (car, school, moving, retirement plans) shattered into powder at my feet, had any and all security in our relationship, my home, my family destroyed? And as if that weren't damaging enough, all by the man I entrusted with my submission, in addition to everything else.
I cringe when anyone reaches towards me now, the same way I did after I was raped. My sense of safety and confidence in that safety has again been destroyed. And why? What for? Because he allowed his insecurities to get the best of him, and flew into rage after rage, lashing out at me, lashing out at my friends, destroyjng everything we built, because he was afraid of losing CONTROL over me, over whom I choose to love, over whom I choose to share my body with.
NOT because I did anything with anyone else,
Because he was afraid I would and he didn't want me to,
Because he made agreements for a poly dynamic that he doesn't like,
Because he doesn't like the people I am attracted to,
Not because I did anything wrong.
But my whole life has been negatively impacted and large parts destroyed because HE couldn't control his own behavior in response to his own emotions, which were driven by his own insecurities, fears and issues.
WHAT THE FUCK?