PollyPocket said:C called me to see how I was. I said I was a mess. She had asked me yesterday if she wanted her to take the bullet for me, saying that it was all her fault. I said no. I told her I felt used by her, that she preyed on me when I most vulnerable, fucked me thinking that it would make everyone make up, then was surprised when I said, 'What are you talking about?' She feels like I used her as a toy just to get off... I just was so full of desire for her that I could not contain myself. She called me a bunch of names for telling her that she used me, and said that we could not be friends anymore... The thought of this kills me but I must be strong somehow.
It sounds like you both sincerely feel used. Maybe there is another explanation.
I am still grasping to find perspective. I know that it was my fault. But why? Tequila was a big factor. It just loosened me to what I had longed for for so long. Just ... some honesty. Her honesty to me, actually saying that she had to make a conscious decision to not allow herself to fall in love with me. I had thought that I was so crazy for reading all the words and actions wrong. I had thought, 'Wow, how could I be so wrong?' And now she tells me that I was right, after two months of heartfelt rejection. I sucked it up. I tried to get over it. I said that I wasn't in love with her. Honestly, I don't know if I was or am. I know that when I am with her, I want to touch and hold her.
Here's my take. She finally opened herself to the possibility that she had fallen in love with you. It wasn't an easy thing to do. We're so conditioned to homophobia, even being open about your bisexuality doesn't make those issues go away. And she really opened herself up to you by telling you so.
You finally heard what you've been wanting to hear, and she was sincere. Both of you felt very connected as a result. Is there any wonder that a rush of uncontrollable desire overwhelmed you both? Afterwards, she dared to hope things were back on track.
I don't know that this is what happened, but it seems, to me, to fit the available facts.
After 22 years of marriage, we get complacent, we don't tell our spouses how much we are still in love with them, how beautiful they look, how sexy they make us feel, how we want to fuck them in the middle of the grocery store, how fabulous they smell. We let it all be replaced with some sort of NRE that takes over our lives. I am sure if we could all read the one on one emails to C (and vice versa), those phrases and words are scattered throughout, on both of our accounts. But to each other, to the most important person in my life, did I say or receive them? Probably not.
It is very hard to maintain the "in love" feeling. It seems to me this is one of the most valuable parts of polyamory: you need to constantly engage with your long-term partner to make it work. You have to work together constantly to get through the issues that continually come up. You can share that NRE feeling and be thrilled that your partner gets to feel it again, too. You can be excited that your partner gets to have someone else so wonderful in their life. Could you get that NRE again with your old partner? Maybe. But it usually seems to take some kind of shared crisis, something you can work through together. And I doubt it's ever as intense as your original NRE.
Where it fails is when it becomes a competition. Who loves whom most? Who gets to do what with whom, and when? I have yet to hear a successful poly story that doesn't include at least some compersion, some times where you are just happy for your partner and their new love. And almost every story I read about a good poly relationship includes finding a way to deal with jealousy.
Have things cooled down enough yet that you and Mr. P2 have been able to communicate?
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