I love you for everything that you have been to me all these years, I guess you get that a lot, but I am sincere nonetheless. I’ve submitted questions before and you’ve kicked my ass, you’ve also been nice and constructive and just perfect. I don’t know where to begin, I write to you with a very heavy heart.
I was violently abused the last time I had a long term boyfriend, and left him in October 2013. It’s been almost two years since, but it feels like a different life. After that, I fell in love with someone and he was only going to be here for three months. He was polyamorous, and the drive towards polyamory came from him. I decided that is what love was, that I would love him unconditionally despite everything, and he even encouraged the fact that I see other people. I was hurt in the beginning and then I grew to love it. The honesty and faith we shared really transformed me, I fell for his best friend, and he was the one who provided us with the condom. That was the time I decided that I was, in fact, polyamorous. The both of them left for home. It was over by then. We remain friends still.
I believed monogamy leads to abuse or some kind of violation given the dishonesty involved, towards your desires, needs etc. I don’t know if it’s a fair assumption. I just make it because I saw it careened to its vulgar extreme; I was twenty years old and found at my college farewell with a black eye, meeting suspicious and even pitiful stares. I don’t know if I am still over it. It’s only after that I became polyamorous. Then I was the other woman for a few months, and faced the emotional consequences, followed by feeling completely unthreatened or at a loss, grateful for everything he did for me, and was to me. I left when the time was right. I finally met someone who felt like the one for me.
This was in December. We bonded over our shared ideas on polyamory, love for music, spirituality, literature, philosophy, we even have the same cultural family background, it’s a long running a joke between us, that if we ever found that we were cousins, it would be the end of the world.
Except. He doesn’t use condoms, and my health is fucked because of birth control. Another thing, is that he was screwing some local b-grade porn star last year, and she messaged him around the 10th of July stating that she wanted to spend a week with him, and go on a weekend holiday because it’s her birthday, and that she would like to stay with him. He even said that she could live with him! Fuck on the same bed that we do. I learnt he hadnt told her about me yet, or my significance in his life. I urged him to come clean and let her know. It’s only then that he did, he didn’t feel the need to do it otherwise. When he finally told her, she lost her shit and said stuff like ‘whoever your fuck buddy is, what do you expect to happen, when she comes over, a fucking orgy?’ then later apologized for reacting and persisted in turning up here nonetheless, she is staying at a person’s place, who is a common friend of mine. They still fuck though, and he loses his shit when I say that it’s better he doesn’t see me while he is with her, even if it’s just a week. Also, I would rather he took a VD before he slept with me after doing her. It’s nothing personal. Just precaution.
Now, the act of sex does not bother me, it’s just that she is who she is, and I don’t judge people for their life choices, but it makes me wonder who he is, if he can be with someone like her, and someone like me at the same time. Does that make him sexually diverse? Or just lacking in a self-concept, standards, integrity? She might just be better in bed, whatever, I don’t care.
I’m feeling strange about this because I have never experienced anything like this before. I am alright with one off sexual encounters that he might have with other people (he is a bit of a local celebrity, a musician, he tours, so I’m cool with it. I have slept with other people too, and we have been honest about things). I am not okay with someone having this space in his life, feel like she can get her way by throwing a tantrum. Hell, I’ve never once thrown a tantrum around him. I believe it’s important to be decent, no matter how trying the situation might be.
It’s making me feel like a terrible feminist, and even more so, it’s shattered my sense of identity. I don’t know who I am, or what I want. If I am not okay with monogamy, and I am not okay with his kind of polyamory, then what is it that I am okay with? I don’t want to be the person who restricts his impulses, and he isn’t aware of how I feel about this. I’ve just been playing it cool and blaming my emotions on going away (I got a scholarship to go to Paris for further studies, but neither of us are taking it too well). He says I am his first true love and he has never shared anything as meaningful with anyone in his life before. I’ve had his ex girlfriends chase me down, and insult me. I’ve lost friends to jealousy, I’ve lost the friendship of someone I loved deeply because I was with him, I’ve faced public ridicule, and social humilation and never given a fuck because I had faith in him and the love we shared. Everything was fine, those people became my friends again because they saw he loved me too. He did everything that was required of him.
I’ve made every sacrifice because I know there would rarely be another instance when I would love someone with this kind of innocence and honesty again. I feel like I am the one who deserves this space in his life, and that woman can’t just randomly turn up demanding to share the same quarters with him and take him away from me for a week. Please help. I am so torn, these last few weeks have been sheer torment. I am 22, he is 28, she is 35, if that is significant. She dumped her last boyfriend because he would fuck around. Though she says to him, that she is okay with the situation between the three of us. I don’t believe her, especially after the tantrum she threw that day. I have a feeling that is significant in your assessment of the situation.
Should I just end it with him while I am about to go abroad to study? Take time to know who I am? Understand why I consider it beneath my integrity to compete for a boy’s time with a miserable, almost middle aged woman? There is so much shit involved. I just want to cry.
My faith in you, dearcoquette, is unshakeable. Please help me.
Polyamory is not love. It is a modality for experiencing love, and the context in which you were introduced to polyamory (during a rebound from an abusive relationship) suggests that you might have gotten into polyamory for the wrong reasons. You need to understand that monogamy wasn’t the problem in your abusive relationship. Your abusers violence and dishonesty was.
I’m not suggesting you be monogamous, nor am I saying there’s anything wrong with you being polyamorous. I am suggesting that you need to have the self-awareness to understand why you’re choosing either lifestyle, and you’re struggling right now because you’re simply not there yet. Don’t worry. You’ll get there.
Here’s a sneak peek at the process you’ll go through in your mid-twenties: At the moment, you associate monogamy with physical abuse and betrayal. In a few years, you’ll come to associate polyamory with emotional abuse and general douchebaggery. (I promise this will happen.) Eventually, you’ll come to realize neither monogamy nor polyamory are ideal, and you’ll have enough experiences (both shitty and wonderful) to pick the best elements from both lifestyles and chart your own middle course. The way you choose to love may end up being hard to define, but it will work perfectly for you and your partner(s).
In the meantime, I highly recommend you move on from your current relationship with the musician. I get a super sketchy vibe from the picture you’ve painted of him. He seems selfish, crudely manipulative, and the no condoms thing is a huge red flag that he’s also emotionally abusive. I know you can’t see it yet because you’re young and in love, but there will come a day when you realize this guy is a gigantic douchebag. (It’s okay. At 22, it’s hard not to end up dating douchebags.)
So yeah, I think it’s a great idea for you to let your travel abroad be the natural end to the relationship. Go. Be single in Paris. Have romantic and spiritual adventures. Take all the time you need to learn who you are, and if there’s one single piece of advice I could give you to take on your journey, it’s to stop making sacrifices for the men in your life. Love is not sacrificial. No part of you needs to be destroyed in fulfilling a man’s purpose. Ever. Period.
15 thoughts on “On young love and sacrifice”
“Love is not sacrificial. No part of you needs to be destroyed in fulfilling a man’s purpose. Ever. Period.”
YAAS. Put this in every middle school girls bathroom, On the back of every magazine, in every college dorm. LET IT BE KNOWN.
This is the best thing you’ve written in a long time.
“local b-grade porn star”
“Does that make him . . . lacking in a self-concept, standards, integrity”
“miserable, almost middle aged woman”
This sounds like a pretty judgmental, superior attitude, so maybe do some self-examination to figure out why you have a problem with “someone like her.”
Perhaps he specifically likes her age. Some people find it very appealing to be with an older partner who is more likely to be more experienced, assertive, and confident in bed (or elsewhere) – being a porn star on top of that would seem to ensure that. It doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about you, but you don’t meet all his needs. If you did, he wouldn’t be with her. Or anyone else. Even people in monogamous relationships need to understand that about their partners.
And you don’t really know this woman. Just because she’s a porn star, or anything else that bothers you, doesn’t mean she’s beneath you or shallow, or whatever preconception it is that you have about her. The fact is that there are things about her that are better than you, just like there are things about you that are better.
You do sound especially self-aware, though, just going through a rough patch. I sympathize with how you’re feeling. I hope that going to Paris (so awesome!) gives you a little more perspective, and that you’re able to find a relationship that meets your needs. Certainly you don’t deserve to be abused – that’s fucked up, and I hope it doesn’t happen to you again.
I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be judgmental. B-grade ie not an actual porn star, just someone who tried their hand and acted in some independent productions. Nothing else in their Cv. That’s all. The movies arent that well known. I do know her a little, and she is miserable in the sense she is unhappy, and I don’t like seeing that. I would like to see him with someone who is happier and more sure of themselves in life, especially at that age. She is abusive, manipulative and very destructive, that is why she appears threatening to me. She did some terrible things to people in the past, got them fired etc. for no reason other than professional jealousy, and she called me a spate of things behind my back, I’m over ten years younger than her. Who does that? That is all. But I haven’t spoken to him since, and I’m already feeling a bit better. I can’t thank dearcoquette, and the comments that follow enough.
I’m glad you explained, and I’m sorry if I was a little harsh with you; I assumed a few things I shouldn’t have.
Hope you continue to feel better!
I agree with Coquette on everything here:
Go to Paris, end relationship with this guy.
Also polyamory is not a sexual identity, it’s a relationship model. Everyone can feel attraction towards several people, people in monogamous realtionships just choose not to act on these attraction.
Any guy who refuses to wear a condom, especially if he’s fucking other people, run like hell. Do not fuck him even once. He does not respect you. Whatever you see in him is not worth getting gangrene pussy.
You really should reflect on your disdain for that other woman, I’m surprised Coquette didn’t call you the fuck out. Don’t be a little shit.
Yeah, out of character for Coquette to leave that unaddressed… Weird.
Coquette. I love you. Please learn how to spell “peek”. It is not “sneak peak”. Mountains have peaks, also drug trips.
Va t’amuser à Paris sans regarder en arrière
1. Dude wants to boff other people but not wear condoms- dump him immediately.
2. The other woman doesn’t sound like a nice person, but he’s chosen to spend time with her, have sex with her, etc. Think about what that says about him.
3. You are about to leave the country. (Please, please don’t stay here for him. That’s a terrible idea.)
Go to Paris, end contact with him for a few months and learn who you are when you aren’t miserable.
“Love is not sacrificial. No part of you needs to be destroyed in fulfilling a man’s [or a woman’s] purpose. Ever. Period.”
Coquette, you have stated this beautifully.
Why is “he doesn’t use condoms” even allowed to be a thing? Why didn’t you throw up your hands and walk out immediately when he came out with that bullshit?
Whether or not you use condoms is a decision you both have to come to, and you’re never obliged to submit to his preference like it’s a valid excuse to put your health at risk.
Even aside from everything else this one thing should have been the end of it.