You know what I kind of love?
My one-word titles.
It wasn’t always like this, the single word blog post title.But it evolved fairly quickly. Now I find choosing a title, almost as pleasurable as writing a good post. That’s a little weird, right?
I don’t care. I’m weird.
Sometimes the title comes first. Sometimes it comes last. But it always gives me a small tingle of satisfaction, to choose that title.
I chose the word Singular for this, yesterday, simply in reference to my single word title tradition.
But today, it’s appropriate for something completely different. As I’m preparing for my little Leo to have his big surgery tomorrow, I find myself wondering how much longer I can be alone. Single.
Now this was a really random thought that floated through my brain late last night. Because I’m not exactly single. I do think of myself as attached. But functionally, I am single. Solitary. I do not have a “nesting partner”. (I absolutely love this phrase, nesting partner.) In the generally accepted language of polyamory, I do not have a primary
What this means to me, is that as important as I am to Special Man Friend, I stand alone in much of my life. I’m alone in checking the mail and walking in my house with a handful of medical bills that will not stop any time soon. I’m alone in packing for tomorrow, and in making sure I’ve got the pantry stocked for the other kids. I’m alone in making sure I’ve picked up the prescriptions, made the follow up appointments, planned for the financial challenge of being off for several weeks with each child’s surgery.
We aren’t connected in that way.
He’s a huge support to me, emotionally. He loves me, and he truly loves my children. But this is all on me. As is planning for retirement, making sure I schedule for the sprinklers to be blown out, doing the laundry, deciding to move, or disciplining my children. He will be at the hospital, tomorrow after work, and likely Wednesday as well. But he’s giving everything he has available. I know this, and yet, today, it doesn’t feel like I have what I want. Ironically, I don’t really WANT to intermingle finances with anyone, and I certainly don’t need someone else parenting my children. But I want my important person by my side. I will sit alone tomorrow, waiting for my child to come out of surgery. Because it’s all on me.
This is where I am, as a polysingle, solo poly, secondary, satellite partner. I don’t know which term I like, because most of the time I am just ME. I don’t identify as any of those words. I know I am loved and cherished.
Over the weekend, SMF told me he was moving up an out of state trip, planned for two weekends from now, to THIS weekend, and he’d be leaving on Thursday, most likely when Leo was still in the hospital. It wasn’t a discussion, he was just informing me.
And that hurt.
It took me a day to be able to process what was going on with me, in my head. I didn’t want to sit and stew about it. I’ve done that in the past, in an effort to avoid conflict, but it always comes back to bite me. I am working towards much more transparent and healthy communication. I texted him from work.
::I have to tell you I’m kind of disappointed you’re leaving town this week, before we even see how Leo does. He’s your people too. I don’t think you are uncaring. But this is a really big deal and I feel solidly alone in it::
There was some back and forth. He has a lot on his plate too, and needed some alone time, and while I really, really do get that, THIS IS A BIG SCARY THING THAT HAS BEEN ON THE CALENDAR FOR SEVERAL MONTHS AND MY PERSON WANTED TO LEAVE TOWN.
Then I got to have the internal dialogue in my head, about whether or not I was being selfish, or doing good poly, or being a good partner.
But you know what? After everything we’ve done to establish ourselves as committed to each other, I have the right to say, “Hold on.” Sometimes it really does come down to whose needs are greater. Does that make me selfish? I’m not sure. In this moment, maybe. Yes.
I didn’t tell him I was upset about him leaving in order to guilt him into anything. I told him so that I wouldn’t swallow that hurt and resentment down so hard, and so deep, that it would eat it’s way back up and explode on him in the future. That just doesn’t seem fair to him, or to me. My plan was to tell him, exactly what I needed to say, and then at least he would be able to make an informed decision about how this could affect me, or us. He could never say, he didn’t know how I felt.
I am not sure if he will go or not, but I feel good about trying to be healthy in my relationship with him.
Now I’m off to the pharmacy to pick up pre-op prescriptions.