My tendency to over-think things....

Omg!

I'M MOVING TO PORTLAND!

I just found out, like, 10 minutes ago. Keith found out about 30 seconds before that. He has to talk to his new supervisor to learn the details, but it will probably be within a couple of weeks. I may stay here a little longer to wrap things up. Our lease is up at the end of March, so that is the absolute latest that I will be moving.

I called my mom to tell her and she was in the ER with my grandma (asthma related things... shouldn't be serious), so I texted my sister who seems really excited. She has been wanting to move for a while but with her husband having a kid with his ex-wife, they've been hesitant about actually pursuing it.

I texted Fiona to see when Mario has to work this weekend (if Mario has to work this weekend) because I know I need to tell them in person.

So, polyamory.com, you are the second to hear my exciting but nerve-wracking news! I'm scared and excited and smiling and crying, and it sucks because I have no one to share it with at the moment.
 
KM,

Congrats! Portland is supposed to be a really fun, interesting place to live and work.

Sounds like this will cause all sorts of sadness and mixed emotions from Fiona and Mario so good luck on dealing with that.

But do enjoy the moment, even if by yourself.
 
Complete congrats! A move and some distance always helps with perspective on things.

We're planning a trip through the Pacific Northwest. I'm a reluctant traveler in that region because I know I'm going to fall in love with the area.
 
WOW, so wonderful!! Congrats! :) :)
 
Thanks, everyone!

I'm pretty excited, actually. I've been researching Portland for the last month or so, ever since Keith expressed interest in this particular job. It does seem pretty poly-friendly which is exciting. I'm going to need all the help getting used to a new area as I can and having a welcoming environment will be super nice.

I think it'll be great not to have to hide anything from anyone. Even at work, hopefully.

Ron Jeremy owns a swing club out there, which I fully intend to visit ASAP just to say I've done it.

I will be close to mountains and just a few hours from the beach.

Oddly enough, I'm not really upset about leaving Fiona. From the beginning I've known it probably wouldn't be a very long-term thing. We really only talk on days we have plans unless I put in a ton of effort to engage her, so my guess is that even our general friendship will gradually fade away. I called and told her on my way home tonight in case she needed me to come over. We're not going to see each other until Sunday, and since I have no timetable for the move I am going to get started ASAP which means posting things all over the place trying to sell the stuff we don't want to take. She sounded upset, but was her normal self in refusing to discuss it.

Blah.. I feel guilty for being so excited and for not really being upset about leaving them.
 
Try not to dwell on the guilt. It sounds like you two had a lot of fun at times, but it also seems like thinking and communication are very important to you. She didn't seem willing to try to open up to you in the way you needed to fulfill those aspects of yourself, so how could it really have worked out in a satisfying way? In the end, this is kind of a stroke of luck for you both. Leaving her because of an amazing opportunity is much less harsh than leaving just because you were over it and it wasn't quite working.
 
Try not to dwell on the guilt. It sounds like you two had a lot of fun at times, but it also seems like thinking and communication are very important to you. She didn't seem willing to try to open up to you in the way you needed to fulfill those aspects of yourself, so how could it really have worked out in a satisfying way? In the end, this is kind of a stroke of luck for you both. Leaving her because of an amazing opportunity is much less harsh than leaving just because you were over it and it wasn't quite working.

So true. Thanks! :)
 
Hopefully the Ron Jeremy club is more tasteful than this stuff:

Ron%20Jeremy.jpg


It's really freakin' awful.
 
I know these are some older posts I'm responding to, but I'm doing it more for general comment than your specific situation, since the Fiona Fiasco seems to have worked itself out through an interstate move :)

I understand her child is going to come first and that her relationship with her husband is going to take precedence, but if it is a choice between being with me and being with her extended family I have no idea how she would choose.

Why would she have to "choose?" I've always been anti-ultimatum. Since I learned the meaning of the word, roughly when I started dating, I made a policy that whoever gives me an ultimatum loses, on principle. People who make me choose are selfish and not at all interested in what I want.

The fact that she only seems to text/call when she has a specific question kind of makes me feel like I'm not that important.

My husband almost never answers my texts because he absolutely hates texting. He'll give me max 3 words before he just picks it up and calls me instead, even now that he has a phone with voice-to-text.

And boy oh boy did I get in royal shit last week for texting his work phone when my calls on his personal phone were going straight to voicemail. Turned out he had 3 supervisors standing around him, and they shot him dirty looks when his message notification went off. Ooops!

I'm not mad about people not checking on me when I went upstairs. I honestly thought they would all sleep through until morning and wouldn't even know I was gone. The fact that Keith noticed and Fiona was 10 feet away and neither one thought that they would see if I was ok is what upsets me.

I feel that it's a person's own responsibility to tell their loved ones when they're feeling crummy and need a hug. I've fallen into the same trap, where I'll just sulk around and hope that someone notices. The longer it goes without notice, the more passive aggressive I start to feel. Eventually the smoke clears and I realize I'm being unrealistic.

I have struggled with guilt, and continue with that. It's a process. But you know, it's no different from any other emotion. You don't have to follow it. Just because you feel guilty doesn't mean you did something wrong. It is beneficial to try and look at the situation objectively to see whether there is actually something you should feel guilty about, or if it's coming from other places (like from something inside you, or from somebody deliberately trying to make you feel guilty).

I struggle with guilt from the other side of the fence. My husband was raised in a very guilt-trip ridden household, which really didn't end until his mother died. Now he has a guilt-trip ridden daughter. So I'm constantly on the defence about doing or saying something that will make my husband feel guilty, because I know how much he'll internalize it and really believe it's his fault that I'm in a bad mood, for example.

To compound the difficulty, I'm aware of his condition, which means that if I'm not on guard of myself, I could easily manipulate that to get him to do anything. That's the last thing I want to do!

And @rory... Fiona always acts like she feels bad for making me choose, but she always expects to get her way in the long run. I think she was not so pleasantly surprised that I put my foot down on this one. I'm inherently a people pleaser and am much happier when EVERYONE around me is happy, but that wasn't even possible in this case so I went with what I wanted to do. The main reason I felt guilty about this trip was because originally we had all agreed that we'd go again the 4 of us before Keith and I would go alone. I felt like I had kind of pushed Fiona into okaying us going without her by bringing it up and saying that we'd been invited.

I think it would be good for you to learn that you don't need anyone's permission to do anything. Fiona's not your mom and you're not 6. Given the way you met her, she really has no right to ask you to stop doing something that you find fun and exciting. If she doesn't like that you do that fun and exciting thing, then it's not a good match. Plain & simple. These kinds of restrictions are all about her insecurity, and telling you not to go to the club is not an effective way to deal with her insecurity. It's like putting a bandage on an infected wound. It might cover up the wound, but it will never heal like that.

There was some validity in the earlier posts people made that, while the relationship is getting established, it's fair to request that you not to go to the clubs. But if I ever agreed to something like that, I would put a finite and definite time limit on it. e.g., you have six weeks to deal with your insecurity, after that I'm going to the clubs whether you approve or not. Sometimes people use "I'm still working on it" as an indefinite excuse to not actually work on it, because they've put the bandage on the infection and are now pretending it doesn't exist...
 
I think you make some great points, but I want to kind of explain why I was concerned about a few things. Not that it really matters now, but yeah... I'm still looking back and trying to learn for future endeavors, so I appreciate any feedback from any point in this whole thing.

Why would she have to "choose?"

I wouldn't have made her. Her family might. She has a fear they would disown her if they found out, so I'm fairly certain she would have left me in the dust before letting this happen.


My husband almost never answers my texts because he absolutely hates texting. He'll give me max 3 words before he just picks it up and calls me instead, even now that he has a phone with voice-to-text.

Not the case here. She texts ALL THE TIME when she actually has her phone on her. Now, she does forget it a lot, but if it is in the vicinity and she has time, she checks it constantly.


If she doesn't like that you do that fun and exciting thing, then it's not a good match. Plain & simple.
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There was some validity in the earlier posts people made that, while the relationship is getting established, it's fair to request that you not to go to the clubs. But if I ever agreed to something like that, I would put a finite and definite time limit on it. e.g., you have six weeks to deal with your insecurity, after that I'm going to the clubs whether you approve or not. Sometimes people use "I'm still working on it" as an indefinite excuse to not actually work on it, because they've put the bandage on the infection and are now pretending it doesn't exist...

Very good point. In the future I will have to be firm in compromising without letting the situation drag on.
 
Hopefully the Ron Jeremy club is more tasteful than this stuff:

Ron%20Jeremy.jpg


It's really freakin' awful.

LOL!! I had no idea this stuff even existed! I've heard the club is a great place to hang out and meet people in general but not a great place to meet people you're actually going to see again. I'm guessing we'll go once and never return, but I have to go just to say I did it! :)
 
This made me look up Ron Jeremy in IMDB because I was trying to remember the name of a sci-fi spoof movie he was in (One Eyed Monster) -- I had no idea he has a Masters Degree in Special Education and has appeared in a Disney series in the 90s (heavily disguised). Who'd a thunk it?
 
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That stuff first came out last spring a few weeks before a friend's wedding and we thought it would be a hilarious gift. I found a place in NYC that was selling it, hopped on the subway one night after work and popped out in Brooklyn.

The liquor store was one of those places that sounds fabulous on the Internet but, in reality, is a very narrow storefront crammed floor to ceiling with bottles. When I asked for it after not being able to find it on the shelves, the guy said, "Yeah, we're keeping that in the back. You wanna try some before you buy some?"

Sure.

Oof. I chalked the taste up to not having had much to eat that day or not having anything to eat with it. It's not great, but I ended up with a bottle for us and one for our friend. On further inspection/consumption of our bottle, we thought it would make a terrible present. The last of the second bottle is still around but only for mixing into Cokes.

Moral of the story: If Ron Jeremy wants you to taste his smooth, long rum, say no.
 
That stuff first came out last spring a few weeks before a friend's wedding and we thought it would be a hilarious gift. ... It's not great, but I ended up with a bottle for us and one for our friend. On further inspection/consumption of our bottle, we thought it would make a terrible present. The last of the second bottle is still around but only for mixing into Cokes.

Years ago, I worked someplace where a bunch of guys were part of this fair-sized circle of friends. I was invited to a holiday party with them and someone brought the host a gift-wrapped bottle of Thunderbird. Everyone hooted and hollered - turns out, the tradition in their circle was to regift that bottle and it had been passed around among them all for years. It was always fun to see who would get it next and at what occasion - weddings, Thanksgiving, birthday, whatever. Seems like a good idea for Ron Jeremy rum!
 
Seems like a good idea for Ron Jeremy rum!

That sounds like the perfect use for Ron Jeremy rum.

OP, do post up if you visit the club. We're planning a trip through that territory in early May and want to know whether to put this on our schedule. ;)
 
Years ago, I worked someplace where a bunch of guys were part of this fair-sized circle of friends. I was invited to a holiday party with them and someone brought the host a gift-wrapped bottle of Thunderbird. Everyone hooted and hollered - turns out, the tradition in their circle was to regift that bottle and it had been passed around among them all for years. It was always fun to see who would get it next and at what occasion - weddings, Thanksgiving, birthday, whatever. Seems like a good idea for Ron Jeremy rum!

I love this idea!

And I will definitely let ya'll know how it goes when we get to the club. There is a fetlife group dedicated to people under 30 interested in it, so I'm hoping we can maybe meet some people there.
 
So, I feel ridiculous. I've been crying off and on all day. Why? Because I have to get rid of my dog. I feel like an idiot, but I've had her since she was 7 weeks old (she's a year and a half old now), and I love the little idiot. She is one of the dumbest dogs I've ever owned - could barely learn sit even when we went to classes where a professional tried to help - but she is so darn loving and cute.

Most of the places we've been finding for rent haven't been dog friendly, and we're kind of strapped for cash in the short term, so having the additional pet deposit on the places that DO accept dogs would really be putting us on thin ice.

I'm an animal person. I've ALWAYS had pets. My husband's dog has went to live with his parents, so I don't feel bad about getting rid of her since we really know the home she went to, and she has anxiety issues so the trip would have been terrible for her. My dog, though... Dammit, I'm tearing up again at the thought of having to give her away. :(

Nothing new on the relationship front. We went to Mario and Fiona's last night, but my sister and her husband were there also, so no discussion really happened. Mario visibly looks upset, and Fiona gets kind of a sad look when she looks at either Keith or me. Mario was apparently either offered a job or told he would be really good at a job in Portland recently, as well, but Fiona won't consider moving there either. Apparently she refuses to move period. Doesn't matter where to or if it is a better career move or anything. Sucks for Mario since he really isn't a huge fan of Indy, so I see this causing issues down the road for them. :(
 
Keith is letting me keep my doggy!! :) We had a couple of people who really wanted her, but due to living situations and such were going to have to hide having her for a while or other craziness. He finally gave in after a night of having me curled in the fetal position processing all of the changes that are coming to my life. I was finally able to appropriately articulate WHY having her with me will make the transition easier for me: I can't sleep in an empty house. He'll be working nights, so I will be home all alone in a new city that I'm not familiar with. How a 12 pound dog can make me feel better, I don't know, but she does. lol

He has tried to make all of this easy on me and recognizes the effort it has taken on my part to remain calm and mostly supportive (minus the few times that I have broken down, and even then I make sure I tell him I am excited, I'm just also nervous). We've been talking a lot, and I've been amazed at how working through this major life change has brought us even closer.

We only have one more weekend before the move, and it is pretty much filled with family stuff and having dinner with one of the families I've been babysitting for. I'm insanely overwhelmed, and every time I try to talk to Fiona or get her to come over just to hang out, she balks. Portland apparently haunts her and Mario everywhere (Oregon license plates, Portland listed on flight plans, blah, blah, blah) so they can't acknowledge the fact that I'm having a hard time too. Sure, I'm mostly excited, but I am so worried about going with VERY limited finances, not knowing anyone, and so on... They've also gotten upset with me for not taking the time to go over to their house to hang out like I had been. I've been trying to be supportive and let them work through their emotions, but I can't be the strong one for everyone. At this point I doubt that I will even miss them. I feel like I have gotten very little beyond physical gratification during the bulk of the relationship(s).
 
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