(. . . continued from previous)Rider had said he was already feeling better before I even sent the letter, but then when he read it, it really helped even more. He said he feels like he understands my inner workings better and the way that I feel and act makes a lot more sense to him now.
The previous night, he'd expressed a great deal of exasperation that he can't even imagine feeling the way I do, so it's really hard for him to wrap his head around it. I'd called him out that even though he'd stopped (at my insistence, about two years ago) telling me how I "should feel," I was pretty sure he's been still thinking it inside his head this whole time, and it was causing resentment to build that I didn't feel how he thought that I "should."
I think my letter helped him to find some measure of empathy for me that was elusive before. WHAT IF he wanted a thing, idealistically, only to find that after trying for three years, striving for it had only hurt him? WHAT IF he was always the one to have to stand by and watch his partner have success where he failed, on something that affected them both? WHAT IF he'd done everything he could think of: dating sites, poly meetups, meeting people in bars, trying to make things happen with friends and friends of friends, and couldn't find another suitable partner? WHAT IF he'd tried therapy and meditation and self-help books and endless blog processing and had never been able to overcome the misery caused by that imbalance? And then, WHAT IF his cherished partner saw all of that frustration and misery as inconvenient impediments to his own happiness—something that "should" be easily gotten over?
I think that for all my feeling inhuman many times, still, empathy—true empathy—comes easier to me than it does to him. Because I fully knew, coming to him with all of this stuff in the first place, that it was going to suck for him. I knew he was going to be unhappy at having to make a tough choice. I knew why. And at the same time as I felt my own relief at finally unburdening myself, I felt terrible sadness that he had to shoulder a burden for a while, because I truly understood how much it SUCKED. I grieved for him in his having to grieve one or the other important-to-him thing.
But I think that, since HE isn't ever on the other side of our poly imbalance (and therefore doesn't struggle much), he just found my struggling unfathomable and inconvenient at best, and an attempt to corner, manipulate, or control him at worst. Additionally, since he has never been so long-term unsuccessful, even if there WERE suddenly to be an imbalance, he would at least have the long periods of success in his history to reassure him that good things were just over the horizon. When all I've experienced has been defeat, I have no privilege of such assumptions.
I think my letter was able to basically shoehorn some empathy into him. I certainly feel respected and heard in a way that I didn't during our conversation before the letter.
Rider is back to wanting to stay on track to get married. Additionally, he has told me he'll write me a reply letter—that he has a lot of things to say. I await hearing what they are. Yesterday, before Rider received my letter so well, I was feeling very unstable and jerked around. But the way he's been behaving since has me back to feeling solid again. Maybe I shouldn't, but I do. Oona thinks I'm crazy for continuing with wedding plans when it seems like we're thinking of breaking up every few weeks lately. I think that it's actually pretty healthy to be thrashing out any remaining doubts and potential big issues before we go through with it, and talking about dissolving if necessary, if it turns out these things are irreconcilable.
In other news, I received a small communication from Jasper. He texted me, thanking me for letting him take the space he needs, telling me he cares about me, reassuring me that he hasn't completely ghosted, and updating me that he still needs time. I thanked him for the update and basically told him to get in touch when he's ready to talk more or hang out. I've really worked on dismantling my emotional investment in him. I have no idea what will happen when/if I actually see him again, but the pain of missing him is less intense now than it was a few days ago.
I didn't even tell the story of that weekend yet, ugh! Been too busy to write. The short version is that he made a great date to Perry's "Fuck Trump" party, met most of my friends and they all like each other. He was not shy with the affection, even texting me a heart from the bathroom even though I was right in the next room, haha. Rider was there with Hannah. Jasper and Hannah got along great and it turned out they even have friends in common. Jasper and I went back to his place after the party. We woke up in the morning and went to the protest. Things seemed fine until we met up with Rider. Then Jasper wanted to go off by himself and we haven't been together in any real fashion since then. So that's that story. I just hope that we can at least be friends. I really like him as a person—any romance/sex stuff completely aside.
ETA: somehow I accidentally marked this post with a little thumbs-down guy. THE OPPOSITE OF THAT!