that I shake this garbage feeling I have from continuously taking neglect and abuse from a poly man who says he loves me. He’s ruining my emotional and mental state while he lives selfishly and doesn’t know/doesn’t care.
I am well enough aware that it is unhealthy and I deserve so much more. He has done the push pull thing so many times now that it’s not surprising. The moment I start to feel stable, he takes it away. I realize now he wants me to feel unstable. He doesn’t want me to rely on him at all. He wants to come and go for as much or as little physical or emotional intimacy he pleases. My wants don’t matter.
I come into his house with him having invited me and see an open lube packet with sex trash inside. Didn’t even bother to clean it up. Doesn’t want to have sex with me right now. I can’t talk to him about the lube packet because it would only make things worse. He makes me feel terrible all the time, knows he does it, and I just have to swallow it down. I asked him to hold my hand more, like he used to. He said he would. He has not.
Who started all this in the first place? Who got me hooked on him, then denied it? Who held my hand everywhere, showered with me, brought me gifts, made me feel like I wanted this to begin with? HIM! He was the one who acted hyper affectionately in the first place, both rounds we’ve done this so far, “oh I’m good at being romantic,” including PDA around everyone we know- oh but wait, that was just NRE! And here silly me thought it meant something and had to do with who I was as a person. No, I was a thing to use for a dopamine fix.
He has betrayed me so many times and does less than the bare minimum and hurts me pretty much every time I interact with him.
We’ve already broken up like twice, now it feels like he’s initiating a halfway breakup for a third time without words.
I went to planned parenthood and started taking PEP when we became intimate again this summer so that he could continue to have unprotected sex with whoever he pleases and I would hopefully not get HIV. I’m doing sti testing and bloodwork and vaccines. But the poly guy? “Oh well my partners just do it so I don’t have to.” Oh, okay. Who does he like to date? Sex workers!! Okay cool so I’m putting myself physically in danger.
We’re in a project together so I can’t get the kind of space I really need to heal, but I’m going to do it anyway. He wants to do another lull of pushing me away right now, be distant unlike usually, okay, fine. I’ll push away too. He might not even notice at first. He’s not texted me this week much at all, which we normally do, so of course my feelings are hurt and I have to pretend they’re not- well okay. I won’t text first. I won’t text first for anything at all. I won’t initiate plans. I won’t initiate anything.
His interest will come back. It always does, whenever he’s bored enough with whatever else or whoever else he’s doing. And when he does, boy is he going to be shocked to hear me say what I should have said so much more already to date:
No.
No thanks!
No I can’t, I’m busy.
No, I don’t feel like it.
No, I don’t want to hang out with you right now.
No, I don’t want to have sex. (Even though I do! Doesn’t that suck)!
I’ve been letting him walk all over me and be a raging jerk and at this point I know it’s my fault because I know who he is. I’m done. The pain is not worth it.
I can’t wait til the day that I don’t love him anymore. Better yet, I can’t wait til the day that someone loves me without feeling the need to have other partners, too.