Lost No More
Let me apologize up front for the length. When I recently discovered what I feel I am had a name, and a community, my heart opened up, and this is the first place I’m pouring it into.
I am a 38-year old white hetero male, with an unfortunate history of relationships, who has lived the mono lifestyle out of fear and confusion for decades. I have felt myself to be what I now know is polyamorous most of my life, but I have also had a hard time articulating my beliefs and inclinations about relationships to others and have been judged harshly by (most) of the few people I have ventured to share those beliefs with.
So when I discovered you all... Oh-Emm-Gee, WOW. That was my first reaction when I came across this site and headed right into this thread. I'm utterly flabbergasted. I'm also realizing that for a person who has prided himself on being able to boldly proclaim his beliefs about every fundamental topic (religion, existence, politics, etc.), I have kept my poly nature very close to myself and have outwardly (shamefully?) lived as if I were mono all my life. (Is there a poly closet?)
I don't know if it was because I just felt odd about my beliefs internally (upon my own reflection), or because I felt odd for external reasons (yielding to the oppressive majority, or yielding to the threat of ostracization I felt after the few times I began to share my beliefs about my views on intimacy), or both. But I lived a lie. Now, after reading the well-articulated, honest and heartfelt thoughts on the subject from many of you all, I feel SOOO relieved that MY subjective version of how I wanted to live and love was objectively validated, not simply because there were others who lived and loved this way, but because such a large group of very intelligent and thoughtful, nay, philosophical, people whom I know I would respect hold these same beliefs.
I didn't want to think I was that odd. I didn't think it was crazy to wonder why we humans relish what variety offers in so many aspects of life (food, music, careers-- shit, almost everything!), yet one of the two most assumed fundamental aspects of humanness, love (the other being cortex-sentience), MUST be shackled to a format that locks people together two-by-two for life (huh?), regardless of how individuals wish to love and experience lust. This was utterly baffling to me in my teens and twenties. But even more baffling was how absolutely widespread this notion was (and is) accepted (oh the power of inculcation!).
I don't want to beat up on monogamy. In fact, the discussions of why most people identify as mono have been enlightening, and I don’t see it as so “bad” anymore (as long as it’s honest, self-reflected monogamy). I’m also very impressed with how respectful, inquisitive, open-minded and even empathetic you all are towards an overwhelmingly majority view that is so hostile to our way of seeing relationships. I've held parts of these discussions in my head too. It's just real nice to see others discussing/arguing about these topics that I felt so alone in contemplating for so long.
BACKGROUND
I was raised in a hodgepodge-religious family-- Mormon, Jewish, Catholic, Buddhist and Atheist. (I know, it sounds like the beginning of a bad joke.) I was with my first girlfriend for 9 years. Then I dated for a year-and-a-half. I next began my current relationship of 11 years, which will be coming to an end soon.
I'd never attempted anything but monogamy. I was raised to believe in what I now call the "conveyer belt" view of life: finish high school, go on to a higher education, meet a "nice woman," marry her, make babies and money, go to church and worship, teach those kids how to ride the conveyer belt themselves, and then die, having being "faithful" to the wife for life.
I understood the efficacy of the pattern. The meme of monogamy has been honed over thousands of years, with each generation of leaders defining relationships to encourage notions of “safety” and “stability” in a way considered important to avoid the uncertainty and even chaos threatened in once very small and biologically-connected clan-communities, with the unfortunate vestiges of such thinking inherited to this day. There is, of course, a natural explanation for the prevalence of monogamy (and its continued acculturation) too, namely, our basic feelings of jealousy, insecurity and the belief of ownership associated with our relationships. But I started to wonder why I could separate my urges from these notions drilled into me from childhood.
At the same time, I was also questioning my faith, and when I saw that institutions (like formal religion) could have easily been invented solely by humans, rather than inspired by something divine, I began to question the institutions themselves, and even the tenets those institutions were based upon. God, marriage, even the biological imperative of children, all became mere options for me, rather than the givens I had been trained to accept. This wasn't as simple as I'm making it sound. Acculturation is powerful (arguably evolved in our very complex brains). It took more than paradigm shifting... actual cognitive dissonance, to see the world entirely differently. But I'm so glad it happened.
With these revelations also came my reconsideration of monogamy. The notion that we are all to be simply paired like Noah's animals on an ark called Earth became silly. People love all kinds of people all different kinds of ways throughout their lives, and circumstances dictate that a least some of these various loves MUST overlap along the timeline (including the in-love types of love!). I began to disdain the social construct and what I saw as extreme self-insecurity that results in “monogamy.”
However, I am learning now, after reading and experiencing more, that monogamy can be healthy if done freely and honestly without coming from a place of religious/social constraint.
Back then, I felt it could not have been that our nature was so illogical, but more likely that the mono hey-you-one-at-time, please, philosophy of finding a mate was more likely DECIDED and TAUGHT to each generation. So, I thought about it long and hard, and a couple “truths” emerged for me:
- Most people fall in love more than once during their lifetimes;
- We don't control who we fall in love with; it’s a FEELING, not a CHOICE;
- We don't control when we fall in love;
- Life is super short and limiting relationships to one and one only by definition halts the possibility of discovering new and/or stronger/different loves.
I considered these facts, compared them to everything I had been taught about the "importance" of monogamy, and decided that the benefits (reality?) of being polyamorous substantially outweighed the benefits of monogamy. WHAT NOW?
I told my first girlfriend about my newfound views, and she was hostile to it (monogamous to the core). Moreover, someone I had known all my life started to affect me romantically (but she was too young, middle teens). I thought I had my confirmation by having feelings for two women at the same time. But I slowly realized I had never really been in love with my girlfriend, so we broke up. The young girl and I also lost touch.
I began began dating like crazy, with varying degrees of (emotional and/or physically intimate) success. I found the first person I knew for sure I was in love with during this time and we became very close. But romance was not to be. It was extremely painful and I broke off our relationship.
I then met my current girlfriend, who I thought I was falling in love with. But by the time I realized I wasn't, it was too late: she suffers from a serious mental illness and my leaving her would have destroyed her (and all the professional goals she had worked so hard all her life for) so I've spent years staying with her (unhappy and unfulfilled) to help her get better enough to be without me, which is finally happening. I also have never told her about my poly tendencies. But I plan to after I'm formally out of the picture. This relationship is currently winding down, like a marriageless divorce. (Just in time to discover and begin exploring the poly community?)
However, to make things worse (for me), that young girl I'd known all my life, who lost touch with me, came back into my life recently, now an adult, and I realized very quickly those romantic feelings I was having for her when she was underage were real. I am head-over-heels in love with her. She has, unfortunately, jumped on the conveyer belt (husband, kids, house, the whole nine yards) and I don't know if she has any poly tendencies. (I'm deathly afraid to ask). She agrees that we have a “special” kind of love and she cares about me a lot. But I don’t think it goes beyond that, because she seems very happy in the life she built while I was out of her picture. I think about her with the joy of love and the heavy remorse of unrequited love in my heart every day

(or should I say NRE and depression at the same time?).
That is my history with love.
Now, I'm not the type of person that loves lightly. When I fall in love, it's for real and forever. So I'm stuck in a place now where I've spent 20 years (more than half my life) with two women whom I loved but wasn't in love with, and am (still) in love with two other women, both of whom are unattainable, for various reasons.
I'm really looking forward to getting out there and meeting some like-minded people, and finding women who see the world as I do. (Before I could even articulate poly, I thought the idea of a female archetype such as what I now know as polyamorous was simply a myth!).
Thank you all so much for expressing your beliefs, thoughts and advice. I feel MUCH less alone in the world now.