I have loved Smart Girl for more than 10 fraught, complicated years---since before she was married. We've been together to varying degrees over all that time, and had a serious long-distance relationship for about a year, since she and her shitty husband finally split up. It's been a process for my Dear Husband and I to get to the point where he felt OK about it. In the past few months, I've felt like my marriage has been better than it's ever been and I think he felt the same.
Oh, but the irony--the problems I've had in my marriage in the past reared their head again in my relationship with Smart Girl. I think of it in terms of attachment theory: I keep falling for people with avoidant attachment. I have a little of that myself, but I'm more anxious avoidant. So I fall for avoidants and then I feel perpetually starved.
Smart Girl and I broke up yesterday. I just couldn't deal with chasing her all the time, with always initiating sex, with...oh a bunch of stuff. There's a lot of divorce/parenting-related drama in her life too, and she was impatient with me because she felt I didn't take it seriously enough or something. I don't know. She just seemed annoyed with me so often. I don't have kids so I'm sure I don't entirely get it the way a woman with children would, but I tried to just be on her side, to cheer her on, to let her know she was OK--more than OK. And she felt that was blowing off her problems. I admit to compassion fatigue. I've been hearing about shitty husband for a long, long time. She started dating him the day (the actual day) we admitted feelings for each other the first time, and dumped me to be with him.
We were on a trip together when it all fell apart. We cut the trip short (for reasons other than the problem that arose as well). Three silent hours in the car and when we arrived at her house, we agreed that we were not what each other needed and I came home a day early.
I am sad. So, so sad. And I don't have anywhere to go for sympathy. Friends have watched this on-and-off with Smart Girl for years and I really don't want to hear any variation of "I told you so." Dear Husband is tense and worried about what it means for us---if our marriage is going to go bad again because I don't have this distraction and outlet for the woman-loving side of me. (It's true that having Smart Girl in my life made me very happy, but I also think a lot of the improvements in our marriage are due to the fact that he quit smoking and drinking so much and got a lot happier himself, and more energetic. As well as the increased communication poly requires.)
He also knows, as I do, that the fat lady hasn't necessarily sung yet. Smart Girl has come and gone so many times--she seems this weird inevitability in my life. She may not be gone for good. I don't know. I just don't know.
I don't know the answers to his concerns right now. I don't know anything except that I hurt. I want to be sympathetic to his worries, but I also just want to say FUCK YOU to both of them and go live alone in a cave.
I suppose all I really want here is a little "there, there, everything will be ok." I have nowhere to turn and no one to talk to. But then again, I'm always amazed and impressed by the wisdom I hear here, so I may hear something that will give me a whole new outlook.
Oh, but the irony--the problems I've had in my marriage in the past reared their head again in my relationship with Smart Girl. I think of it in terms of attachment theory: I keep falling for people with avoidant attachment. I have a little of that myself, but I'm more anxious avoidant. So I fall for avoidants and then I feel perpetually starved.
Smart Girl and I broke up yesterday. I just couldn't deal with chasing her all the time, with always initiating sex, with...oh a bunch of stuff. There's a lot of divorce/parenting-related drama in her life too, and she was impatient with me because she felt I didn't take it seriously enough or something. I don't know. She just seemed annoyed with me so often. I don't have kids so I'm sure I don't entirely get it the way a woman with children would, but I tried to just be on her side, to cheer her on, to let her know she was OK--more than OK. And she felt that was blowing off her problems. I admit to compassion fatigue. I've been hearing about shitty husband for a long, long time. She started dating him the day (the actual day) we admitted feelings for each other the first time, and dumped me to be with him.
We were on a trip together when it all fell apart. We cut the trip short (for reasons other than the problem that arose as well). Three silent hours in the car and when we arrived at her house, we agreed that we were not what each other needed and I came home a day early.
I am sad. So, so sad. And I don't have anywhere to go for sympathy. Friends have watched this on-and-off with Smart Girl for years and I really don't want to hear any variation of "I told you so." Dear Husband is tense and worried about what it means for us---if our marriage is going to go bad again because I don't have this distraction and outlet for the woman-loving side of me. (It's true that having Smart Girl in my life made me very happy, but I also think a lot of the improvements in our marriage are due to the fact that he quit smoking and drinking so much and got a lot happier himself, and more energetic. As well as the increased communication poly requires.)
He also knows, as I do, that the fat lady hasn't necessarily sung yet. Smart Girl has come and gone so many times--she seems this weird inevitability in my life. She may not be gone for good. I don't know. I just don't know.
I don't know the answers to his concerns right now. I don't know anything except that I hurt. I want to be sympathetic to his worries, but I also just want to say FUCK YOU to both of them and go live alone in a cave.
I suppose all I really want here is a little "there, there, everything will be ok." I have nowhere to turn and no one to talk to. But then again, I'm always amazed and impressed by the wisdom I hear here, so I may hear something that will give me a whole new outlook.
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