Raye,
I wish I could give you a big hug right now. We could be two people in the same group therapy session or something! At least that's how it seems to me. What you say feels so familiar.
Now again...I know I can be guilty of projection, so bear in mind I'm ok with being wrong and feel free to say, "No...it's not like that." if I wander astray.
But I think, Shaya, if Raye is feeling similar stuff to the issues that plague me...a poly partner who found another actual woman to have a loving, emotional relationship with, as long as there is no hostility between Raye and Woman#2, would feel LESS threatening and scary, compared to casual sex stuff.
Why? Well, first of all, then Woman#2 is real. As real as Raye is, and human, and bringing along whatever human stuff she might be carrying. Not a shiny plastic fantasy that comes and goes.
(Speaks to fear that "once you get to know me, I'm not worth the bother")
And secondly, a secondary emotional relationship featuring love, reinforces faith in love itself. And that others can give real love that is not "just" because they want sex or some other using/abusive thing.
People who did not have good nurturing, loving attachments as children, often question not only whether they deserve love, but whether other people even know how to give it. You look at another person and you see all the colors of their soul and you long for them and want to give them everything you have. (The child, looks at and idealizes the parent.) But you suspect that the partner looks at you and sees "only" <something> ...that could be sex, or support, or anything that invalidates the connection. Certainly they don't look back and see all of you and want all of you and wish to give themselves as you do...after all...you are the child that can't be loved.
And even though your partner does everything they can to show love to you, there is a gremlin of despair that lurks, ready to say unkind and self destructive things and drive you to despair. And your poor partner did nothing wrong, and doesn't know how to give you what you need so that you feel safe and ok, or the try...but ultimately, they can't fix you. They can be supportive, while you fix yourself, to whatever degree is possible. But they cannot do the heavy lifting in this.
So, some of the things that have helped me, Raye, and maybe they might help you.
1. Ask him to limit, but not eliminate, exposing you to the reality that triggers these feelings (in other words...confront the idea of him having casual sex, only occasionally but not constantly, and accompanied by reassuring expressions of love, hopefully in your love language. Touch helps me.)
2. When the gremlins bite, and you feel pain...write about it. Date your writings. I have done this in my blog. Guess what? I think this is kind of neat...I finally realized that there are patterns to my most ouchy emotions. It's worse during certain times of my monthly cycle and also a couple of days after an intense sexual experience with my Zen. So if you are not familiar with the term "drop" or "sub drop" go look that up and read about it. Look for physical things that make the emotional stuff harder to deal with.
3. Feel your feelings...but don't wallow in them. This is tricky. Shutting down your emotions and repressing them, only creates a bomb that will blow up at some point. Feelings want to be felt. You have to experience them and they will eventually blow through like a storm. And yet, you also cannot get so mired down in them that they sink you into depressive states. And you must become a master of pulling yourself out of the dive before you crash.
**Remember, do not neglect your physical needs when you are feeling the bad stuff.**
4. Find your happiness triggers, and use as needed. For me, I imagine what it looks and feels like when my lover and I hold hands and look into one another's eyes. He has such love in his gaze that it demolishes any doubt about whether I deserve love or he can give me love. If you and your guy don't do this...ask him to. And do it. Just sit for a few minutes, hold hands, and look into one another's eyes. Also, one of my big happiness triggers is music. I try to remember to use it.
There is a balance you have to find, between exploring and working out the bad stuff, and getting lost "down the well" as I put it...that's what I call my worst depression experiences.
You are loved.
You are lovable.
Love is real.
And his other recreational sex habits, have nothing to do with it.
I hope some of this is helpful. If not, well...good intentions and *hug* vibes, anyways.
