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Jealousy is a topic I have a difficult time discussing with many people I know, especially those who are trying to wrap their minds around poly, seeing from a place of complete mono thinking and behavior. One of these recent conversations has me thinking...
In my poly group, the main quad, there are two women and two men. I've got another man outside of that but I'll leave him out of this for now. The other woman in the group is STUNNING. I mean she is utterly and completely gorgeous in many ways that I am most certainly not. She's curvy, sensual and feminine, to my lean small chested and geeky. She's fire to my earth. And I'm not jealous of her in the slightest. Why? Because she is also one of my partners, albeit not quite as often as the men are, but we are familiar and comfortable and affectionate. Even if she gets more time with one or the other or both of the men than I do, it would be because I have many other obligations in that timeframe and I'm simply happy that the ones I love are not lonely when I cannot be with them. There is zero jealousy there for me, because I feel secure.
In contrast, I had an unfortunate flash-in-the-pan...thing...wasn't even quite a relationship, last summer. I was in a learning phase, no idea what I wanted or was doing, and I hopped into bed with this guy very quickly. The sex was fantastic and my mind blazed up with a bonfire of NRE in short order. Which scared him off, or maybe he got bored, or maybe whatever. It doesn't matter what his motives were, he pushed me away and it hurt and confused me. I couldn't get any straight answers out of him on anything. He still says he misses me sometimes, but he doesn't want to see me. I'm trying to forget him, haven't seen him since September. But to the point...I felt jealousy. Anger. I imagined he was with other women, even though I had no claim to him or reason to think he was or wasn't. It shouldn't have mattered what he did. But I was being played and both scarcity and insecurity were in full force. I didn't even have a target to be jealous of, and I was jealous. Of anyone who had his time, when I could not.
This is a weird concept to explain to people I know. And it makes me feel like I'm...different. I feel things I shouldn't, and I don't feel things that I'm supposed to, according to people I talk to in person and online. It can be hard to sort out.
In my poly group, the main quad, there are two women and two men. I've got another man outside of that but I'll leave him out of this for now. The other woman in the group is STUNNING. I mean she is utterly and completely gorgeous in many ways that I am most certainly not. She's curvy, sensual and feminine, to my lean small chested and geeky. She's fire to my earth. And I'm not jealous of her in the slightest. Why? Because she is also one of my partners, albeit not quite as often as the men are, but we are familiar and comfortable and affectionate. Even if she gets more time with one or the other or both of the men than I do, it would be because I have many other obligations in that timeframe and I'm simply happy that the ones I love are not lonely when I cannot be with them. There is zero jealousy there for me, because I feel secure.
In contrast, I had an unfortunate flash-in-the-pan...thing...wasn't even quite a relationship, last summer. I was in a learning phase, no idea what I wanted or was doing, and I hopped into bed with this guy very quickly. The sex was fantastic and my mind blazed up with a bonfire of NRE in short order. Which scared him off, or maybe he got bored, or maybe whatever. It doesn't matter what his motives were, he pushed me away and it hurt and confused me. I couldn't get any straight answers out of him on anything. He still says he misses me sometimes, but he doesn't want to see me. I'm trying to forget him, haven't seen him since September. But to the point...I felt jealousy. Anger. I imagined he was with other women, even though I had no claim to him or reason to think he was or wasn't. It shouldn't have mattered what he did. But I was being played and both scarcity and insecurity were in full force. I didn't even have a target to be jealous of, and I was jealous. Of anyone who had his time, when I could not.
This is a weird concept to explain to people I know. And it makes me feel like I'm...different. I feel things I shouldn't, and I don't feel things that I'm supposed to, according to people I talk to in person and online. It can be hard to sort out.