dichotomiss
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Hi all,
I'm relatively new. I've updated my signature to show the people this post will be talking about for reference.
I am new to poly, and have been dating a poly man for 6 months. I struggle a lot with this, because I think I may be monoamorous, or I at least have a preference for that (and so does my busy schedule!) I am sort of equally emotional and rational about it all, and I vascillate between acceptance and joy with the freedom poly offers, and difficulty with all of the emotional reactions I have as I actively practice it with my partner, M.
M and I are in a fairly serious relationship. He doesn't label relationship hierarchies in practice, but if we are talking about the sheer amount of time and effort he invests in our relationship, it's clear I am the priority. He has assured me of as much, at least, and his actions seem to as well. I feel relatively secure most of the time.
This weekend, though, a couple things happened that caused my heart to do that sinking thing it does from time to time in our relationship. I'll include them for context, as I think they heightened my emotional response, but the main thing I will list first:
1. I asked him what his pet names are for his other girlfriends S and V. He told me that he calls them the same thing he calls me, "Baby."
2. He had gone on a date with V the night before, and he spent our first hour together talking about her. At first I didn't mind because I was curious to hear about his night and his new girlfriend, but after awhile it bothered me, and I pointed it out and asked politely if we could change the subject.
3. He told me about a braggy text he had sent to a friend of his the night before when he was out with V that mentioned he was "out with one of his girlfriends", and that his other girlfriend (me) was coming the next day to visit.
I don't mind #s 2 and 3 on their own so much. But #1 really killed me. I know that "Baby" is obviously a very common pet name, and a default for many people. But we have a Dd/lg D/s dynamic in the bedroom, and our pet names for each other are/were "Daddy" and "Baby". When he first called me that, I thought of it as an extension of what we had going on in the bedroom. I loved being called Baby by him; he is actually the first man to give me that pet name in a relationship.
I didn't realize when I signed a Valentine's Day to him with "Love, Baby" that "Baby" wasn't exactly my very own pet name, but a generic one. I always felt in my heart that it had meaning, because it did for me. It symbolized not only the kinky dynamic we have, but also that I can feel safe and cared for by him. I'm embarrassed about how much it meant to me, and how foolish I feel for thinking it was special. The crying part of me right now is telling myself that I should also feel foolish for thinking *I* am special to him. But I know I am, that's just part of the awful emotional response I'm having about this.
I asked him to call me something else. He's taken to calling me "little one." It's only been a day, but it feels so wrong. I wish I could still be Baby, but when he tried to call me that again yesterday, it bothered me too much to hear it.
This is such a silly thing, but then again it's not. We rarely use our actual names to refer to each other. I am really grieving the loss of being "Baby" as I understood it. And I feel really hurt about it.
I would love to hear any advice about how to deal with this, and if anyone has any thoughts or experience with this type of thing directly.
I'm relatively new. I've updated my signature to show the people this post will be talking about for reference.
I am new to poly, and have been dating a poly man for 6 months. I struggle a lot with this, because I think I may be monoamorous, or I at least have a preference for that (and so does my busy schedule!) I am sort of equally emotional and rational about it all, and I vascillate between acceptance and joy with the freedom poly offers, and difficulty with all of the emotional reactions I have as I actively practice it with my partner, M.
M and I are in a fairly serious relationship. He doesn't label relationship hierarchies in practice, but if we are talking about the sheer amount of time and effort he invests in our relationship, it's clear I am the priority. He has assured me of as much, at least, and his actions seem to as well. I feel relatively secure most of the time.
This weekend, though, a couple things happened that caused my heart to do that sinking thing it does from time to time in our relationship. I'll include them for context, as I think they heightened my emotional response, but the main thing I will list first:
1. I asked him what his pet names are for his other girlfriends S and V. He told me that he calls them the same thing he calls me, "Baby."
2. He had gone on a date with V the night before, and he spent our first hour together talking about her. At first I didn't mind because I was curious to hear about his night and his new girlfriend, but after awhile it bothered me, and I pointed it out and asked politely if we could change the subject.
3. He told me about a braggy text he had sent to a friend of his the night before when he was out with V that mentioned he was "out with one of his girlfriends", and that his other girlfriend (me) was coming the next day to visit.
I don't mind #s 2 and 3 on their own so much. But #1 really killed me. I know that "Baby" is obviously a very common pet name, and a default for many people. But we have a Dd/lg D/s dynamic in the bedroom, and our pet names for each other are/were "Daddy" and "Baby". When he first called me that, I thought of it as an extension of what we had going on in the bedroom. I loved being called Baby by him; he is actually the first man to give me that pet name in a relationship.
I didn't realize when I signed a Valentine's Day to him with "Love, Baby" that "Baby" wasn't exactly my very own pet name, but a generic one. I always felt in my heart that it had meaning, because it did for me. It symbolized not only the kinky dynamic we have, but also that I can feel safe and cared for by him. I'm embarrassed about how much it meant to me, and how foolish I feel for thinking it was special. The crying part of me right now is telling myself that I should also feel foolish for thinking *I* am special to him. But I know I am, that's just part of the awful emotional response I'm having about this.
I asked him to call me something else. He's taken to calling me "little one." It's only been a day, but it feels so wrong. I wish I could still be Baby, but when he tried to call me that again yesterday, it bothered me too much to hear it.
This is such a silly thing, but then again it's not. We rarely use our actual names to refer to each other. I am really grieving the loss of being "Baby" as I understood it. And I feel really hurt about it.
I would love to hear any advice about how to deal with this, and if anyone has any thoughts or experience with this type of thing directly.