bloodteethandflame

A life in threes

So much for being Polyamorous.

Remember way back in the year when I wrote my thoughts here about polyamory and communication?  About how the three rules of polyamory are:

1. Communication

2. Communication

3. Communication

Well, I just got off the phone with my husband’s girlfriend of 7 months, and she tells me that my husband of 20 years is in love with her and she with him.  And that he has told her that he can’t imagine life without her, and various other surprising revelations about his feelings for her, and the fabric of their relationship.

It has come to my attention that he has been not just downplaying, but outright lying to both of us about being honest with each of us

He has told her that he informed me recently (as of a month ago) that he’s in love with her, and that I am aware of the depth of his feelings for her.  She informs me that she thought that I knew that she has been staying at his D.C apartment on weekends, and that he takes her to lunch every weekday, and dinner three times a week.  She informed me that he gave her a key to his apartment a month ago so that she can come and go as she pleases, and he insisted to her that I was aware of this.   He gives her money, buys her groceries, clothing, and pays for her prescriptions and pays some of her bills. He insists to her that I am aware of all of that, too.

Surprising revelations because my husband has always downplayed his feelings for her when communicating about their relationship with me.

As a matter of fact, he has been insisting to me that he isn’t in love with her, and that he could never be in love with her; it is that she is in love with him.

He has insisted on multiple occasions that their relationship won’t last forever, that they fight too much, and he could walk away at any time.

He tells me that they only see each other a few times a week, if that, and that he has ‘never paid for anything significant’ for her.

He told me last week that their relationship is not nearly serious enough (and never will be, IHO) to give her a key to his apartment, but if it ever goes that far, he insists that he would tell me.

He lost his wedding ring two weeks ago.

She apologized, saying that he lost it while over her house. She has looked everywhere, but cannot find it.

He hasn’t informed me yet.

Yes.

My husband lost his wedding ring, and he hasn’t told me.

He has been so antsy and dodging and has avoided talking to me at any great length for about a week and a half now.

~~~

She called me up tonight because he has been avoiding her, since they had an argument this past Friday night.

She said that she’d started to suspect that he hadn’t told me anything, because she’s been noticing him ignoring phone calls from me when they are together, and overheard him lie to me several times while on the phone with me (the lie being that he’d insist that he was working late and was too busy to talk, and yet, he was out with her, eating dinner, or sitting in her apartment.)

When she confronted him, he became upset, and insisted that he’d been nothing but honest with the both of us, and yet she’d witnessed him lying to me several times, as well as he consistently kept dodging her questions about why he felt the need to lie if he had REALLY told me everything.

So what was he lying to her about if he’d so readily lie to me? — was her concern.

She wanted to call me — with a ‘if you won’t tell her, I will tell her’ sort of threat — and he begged her, with tears in his eyes, not to do so.

So she told him to fuck off, that she hadn’t any time for that sort of dishonesty if he refused to tell the truth to her, or to me.

So she called me to find out what he had told me, and what did I know about the situation?

Did I know about the extent of his feelings?

Did I know that they were in love?

Did I know about the key to his apartment?

Did I know that not a day goes by wherein they do not see each other at least some portion of the day?

Did I know that he had planned to fly her and her daughter down to FL for the holidays for two weeks in November (Thanksgiving) and two weeks in December (Christmas), and intended to put them up in a hotel, all expenses paid?

Did I know that he’d lost his wedding ring?

No….no no no no no..and no.

Evidently there is a lot that he hasn’t told me.   Evidently there is a lot that I didn’t know about the situation.

But I know that he’s been doing a lot of gaslighting…and a lot of projecting on me.

He has claimed that my anxiety about the instability of our marriage is unfounded.   He has accused me of being crazy, of being distrustful, of being angry, of mistreating him, of having no respect for him, or for our marriage.

I am hurt.  I am sad.  I know that I should be angry.

Instead, I feel sick.

I feel like such a fool.  An ignorant, ridiculous fool.

Closed.

The emergency clinic that I was referred to last night is

not

open

on 

Saturdays.

 

*sigh*

This is not. And yet this is.

Wreck.

I just finished watching the final episode of Broadchurch. 

I cried practically throughout the whole episode.  It was intense.

~~~

Yesterday afternoon, I came upon two wrecked cars on the side of the road while I was walking home from the store. It was raining, and difficult to see.  I’m certain that this is what caused the accident.

One of the cars looked as if its whole front end had been ripped off, while the other just looked crumpled, as if these were cheap child’s toys, rather than full-size cars.   Both were resting upright in the drainage ditch, wrapped in yellow police tape.  

As I got closer, I realized that one of them was a Chevrolet of a particular dark blue.   My heart instantly froze in my chest, as I suddenly thought of my oldest son’s car.

But then I realized that it was not.

My heart thankfully resumed somewhat after, though it still occurred to me that this car wreck had still, likely injured someone rather badly.   That observation alone cast a gloom over the rest of my thoughts on the way home. 

Letting sights like that get to me feels like weakness lately, and it has been work to push them aside.

~~~

And then, this morning, another accident occurred up the road.  There was another car upended in another drainage ditch, and there were more sirens.  

This time, there was broken glass, and blood still in the grass.  I pray that the driver will be OK.  I always do.

I have always tried to let these sights pass through me.  I try not to let them shake me up.

But, lately, they do.

I tell myself that I must work harder at not letting such things affect me so.

~~~

I have been crying too much over such things.

 

Why?

 

Another thing to keep my hands — and mind — busy.

I might have said this at my other blog, but I don’t know if I’ve said it here:

I’ve taken up crocheting.

My youngest kid has, too.

It’s very relaxing – and the both of us have spent some quality time bonding this way.   We watch TV – usually old episodes of Adventure Time, or Supernatural – and help each other with our crocheting projects.

Though I’ve known it for years, it fills me with joy to see my kid realizing the sense of accomplishment that comes when one has created something with one’s own hands.

We are working on a scarf, I suppose, since we are just beginners:

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Yes, I know that we live in a mainly tropical climate – and scarves will hardly ever be as necessary as we would hope — but it’s been gratifying to work on a Thing together, my kid and I.

I like the earth tones especially — the greens, browns, and greys of this yarn that we’re using — but I didn’t read the suggested directions that one should plan to buy two skeins of it to make this scarf as described.

(Hell, I think that I might buy a bit more than two more skeins — and learn to make a matching hat to go with this scarf.)

 

Meanwhile, we will practice on keeping our work straight but loose right now, as we get in touch with LSP’s feelings, and follow Sam and Dean through their second season of adventures.

 

Sometimes, things are totally what they seem.

My husband, V and I went to the local outlets today. 

While there, V bought some cologne — Bvlgarie Soir.

While shopping, however, we discovered how incredibly, almost absurdly *direct* the marketing seems to be for men’s cologne. 

Case in point, we sampled a cologne called Power, and a cologne called Victory. 

And we found out that it seems that things are what you might think:

Power comes on strong, but fades after a time; meanwhile Victory remains steady and vaguely fruity smelling even hours later. (Yes, Victory is sweet. ;))

LOL

A Thank You

 

~~~

I thank you and I love you for all that you have done, and all that you continue to do – for me, and for my family.

Oranges….and joy.

The Orange
 
At lunchtime I bought a huge orange
The size of it made us all laugh.
I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave—
They got quarters and I had a half.
And that orange it made me so happy,
As ordinary things often do
Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park
This is peace and contentment. It’s new.
The rest of the day was quite easy.
I did all my jobs on my list
And enjoyed them and had some time over.
I love you. I’m glad I exist.
 

Wendy Cope

~~~

It’s been quite interesting both in — and out of  — my head these past few days.

Things are happening, and some of that just feels as if things are finally coming together in a few important ways.

Lately, when I am writing or thinking about such things, I get so revved up that I feel that I must get up and move around to dispel some energy.

It’s strange — sometimes I almost want to read what I’m feeling as anxiety — but lately, it’s been feeling more like excitement, anticipation …maybe even joy.

Maybe joy is a kind of anxiety.

I was thinking and writing about the weekend, about the ring, and about the whiskey, and about all the things coming together — and suddenly, I just had to get up and move a bit.

It’s a good kind of excitement, I suppose.

I am learning.

I am happy.

~~~

People Who Need People….

…are the luckiest people in the world?

Well, really Barbra?

OK, this is going to be sort of rant-y, so feel free to skip, if you’re so inclined, but there’s a point that I want to make today, about people.

People who need people…. to give them attention.

Well, really, there’s a certain particular person that I’m thinking of today who has really done a lot in the last eight months to garner hirself some attention.   And I have definitely come to the realization that it doesn’t seem to matter to hir if said attention is negative attention.   Attention is attention, and if one has that depth of psychological need (on par with hunger or thirst), and is of that particular mindset, I imagine that any sort of attention seems better than being ignored.

To have such an unhealthy depth of need for the attention of others – even if it garners negative reactions from others – becomes problematic very quickly, for both the person seeking the attention, and for the people that person is seeking attention from.

I should hope that Barbra wasn’t talking about that sort of behavior…but I do have to wonder with lyrics such as:

A feeling deep in your soul
Says you are half now you’re whole
No more hunger and thirst
But first be a person who needs people…

Yikes.

So, anyway.  Maybe Barbra does know what sort of people that I’m talking about.

Because this fits, in my opinion. 

This person has deep need to connect in any way zie can to others in this community, so much so that I really have to wonder if it does come down to a depth of need so profound that it might as well be conflated with hunger and thirst because it seems so…strong, so all-encompassing, so necessary to hir well-being.

I find myself – where I’m at – watching the drama unfold over and over again concerning this person. 

Likewise, I see a swath being cut through several online communities.

I’ve even seen evidence of it moving beyond online.  Discord. Rage.  Threats.

Just because it’s online, doesn’t mean it’s less meaningful or disturbing. 

And when it moves beyond that, moves beyond just ‘discord online’, there’s no telling where it may go.

Indeed, where is it going to go?

~~~

This is not the first situation, or the first person like this that I have met, or known, for that matter.

One particular reader of this blog may find this story familiar, because it, too, is about another needy person that we became familiar with in a particular portion of the blogosphere.

Let’s call this person, S.

S. was so needy for attention — and so hungry for drama — that, at one point, S. maintained at least 6 different blogs at this one particular website, and several more elsewhere.

Do I need to also point out that S. took great pains to convey hirself  under 6 different user accounts?   Or that zie also made attempts to disguise hir writing in such a way on each of hir 6 blogs that your average reader was supposed to assume that each was written by a different person?

And the means by which S would use to claim legitimacy to being 6 different people was achieved by lifting photos (usually of babies or children) from the blogs of others, as well as hijacking the details of others’ life stories.

How did I find S.?

I met hir in person.  Zie was the 16 year old romantic partner of one of my husband’s coworkers.  I met hir in August 2002, when I was pregnant with my second child.

Little did I know of S.’s personal Internet habit, until that co-worker and zie broke up in February 2003, and I discovered several drafts of blog posts that zie had written residing in MS Office folder on the hard drive of my home computer.  Zie had written these drafts during visits to my home, under the auspices of ‘checking (hir) email.’

While S. didn’t ‘steal’ photos of mine to lend legitimacy to claims on one of hir blogs that zie was a single parent to a newborn baby, or put a face on the claim that zie was 30 year old ‘survivor’ who’d just discovered that zie had cancer, but zie did cherry-pick some details from my own personal life to lend legitimacy to the details on hir blogs.

(It’s been said that imitation is the highest form of flattery…but some of S.’s ‘imitations’ were downright disturbing.)

*sigh*

But what did I do?

I tried to help hir. 

I encouraged S. to seek help for hir depression, rage, paranoia, and all-encompassing need to be loved, to be noticed, to be a part of a community…a need so profound that it seemed to me that zie would say and do almost anything for attention, almost anything to *maintain a presence* in somebody’s life, in somebody’s community. 

Through threats, through lies, through creating drama, through pitting people who were supposed to be hir friends (or former friends) against each other in what was supposed to be a community of people who supported each other, mostly through the Internet – – that is, unfortunately how S. maintained a presence in the lives of hir chosen (Internet) community for almost 8 years.

Almost 8 fucking years.

Because creating a negative presence was better than not having any presence at all.

And I realized in helping S. — or in trying to help hir — that some people who need people…can and do *do* a lot of emotional damage to those around them when they are not getting their needs met.

Some people need people to give them attention.  And it doesn’t matter in what form that attention manifests…they just want attention.

They want, they need to maintain a presence…in somebody’s life.  In somebody’s community.

~~~

So, back to the person that I referred to in the beginning of this post:

How far is it going to go?

As far as they need it to go until their needs are met, I suspect.

And that, my friends, I know from experience, can be a very long distance.

Decisions, decisions.

I’m having a rough time tonight.

A nice friend helped me sort sort of it out, however, and it’s come down to two sides to the decision:

Should I feel like an idiot?

or

Should I feel like a failure?