It’s a Rebuilding Year

I have no relationships tying me anywhere close to where I actually live. My closest friends are in Houston and Portland. We chat online despite the time difference and life goes on as if I never left. The problem comes in when I have things that cannot be taken care of in text. I have not cultivated relationships here in Baltimore where I can say things like, “can you help me carry X?” Bryn would happily cart my stuff around all day because she knows I would do the same for her. But when I’m in a jam in Baltimore, Bryn cannot just jump on a plane.

It’s amazing how often I think that will solve my problems, though. “If I could just get Bryn out here for a few days, all would be well.” It’s a fallacy. That’s just getting used to having a companion for a few days and then sending her back, leaving me just as lonely as I was before and still no closer to having local friends.

It gets so overwhelming thinking about creating a safety net that I tend to fold into myself and look at my life from two fantasy angles….. “What would it be like if I moved back to Portland?” “What would it be like if I moved back to Houston?” I feel the draw of Houston because it’s a bummer never being in family photos, but it would wreck a lot of medical support systems I have in Maryland that only Oregon could reproduce. I need to be in a blue state with Medicaid expansion, and Texas isn’t one of them. I feel exiled from home, but no more now than I ever have because I couldn’t get married there from the time I was old enough to to that, too.

I get wigged thinking about leaving this area because I forget that planes exist, and that if Aada and I ever fix anything, it’s not going to matter where on earth I am…. And in fact, if I do settle in Helsinki, that might be a selling point in terms of really starting over. Not even our surroundings are the same, and I think it would be cute as hell if our first meeting was actually in Tampere, at the MOOMIN museum. It feels weird to say that I have trouble leaving DC/Baltimore because of an internet relationship that I’m hoping will one day turn into something, because I have already had it made very clear to me that’s a pipe dream. Go ahead and smoke it.

But it’s true that’s why I haven’t packed up and left already. That I have always forgotten planes exist. That being here was important, because the kind of life I wanted with Aada was the one where she calls up and says, “have to be out of town for a couple days. You on dog duty?” You know, the kind of relationship I need now.

I have gotten many brownie points over the years for offering to do stuff like this, it has just never materialized into anything real. That’s because every time I got said brownie points, I managed to do something to erase them a few days later. I have never had a steady brownie point surplus, and it’s to the point where I’m tired of trying to get more, hoping for scraps.

I think that Aada thinks that our relationship is too complicated to fix, and I am leaning into it. I am turning away, but it doesn’t make me feel good about myself. What makes me feel good about myself is solid, stable relationships that I didn’t manage to screw up…… But here we are.

I have started writing to my friend Tara instead, because they’re a Canadian and they have a very different outlook on life than me. But it’s definitely not the same relationship because there are no butterflies. We’re just very good friends and would like to see what happens in person, whether we have that same easygoing nature that we do online. I know that we each want to visit the other. I’ve never been to the prairie of Canada and they have never been to Baltimore. They’re partnered with step kids, I’m not. They live in a house, I live in an apartment. It’s all about celebrating those differences. I would be thrilled at getting to see Tara in their natural element, and they feel the same about me.

So I know that I am capable of making other friends, and close ones. I do not know how to do that without writing. I’m not the kind of person that just goes up to people and starts talking, but it’s starting to come to that.

I have had a bit of luck with dating apps, because I haven’t met anyone that I wanted to see romantically, but I have met friends I’d like to see again. At this point in my life, creating friendships is what is the most stable thing for me, anyway. A partner will show up when the universe deems I’m ready.

But I know I’m not. Not yet.

I remember Zac explaining to me that his friend had a “murder board” of polyamory, a physical representation with red and yellow strings from one person to another, red denoting romantic relationships and yellow denoting emotional support. It was only then that I could put together what happened to me over 12 years. Aada had become a yellow string. And not only that, somehow she’d become my primary partner because I didn’t turn to anyone else for emotional support during that time. It was never about romance, couldn’t be because she’s a cis-het straight girl who is monogamous and clearly crazy about her husband.

I am very proud of myself that I did not shut down in jealousy and turn away. I made my heart bigger, and started loving her husband from afar as well- sending him good thoughts even though I didn’t know him. Aada wouldn’t let me get to know him, but if she had I think we would have gotten along. I can picture us both teasing her lovingly, and I regret all the things I did to make Aada feel like a meeting was unwise.

And actually, I don’t know that I did. She’s a private person. Maybe she just wanted me all to herself, and that’s okay, too.

“Wanting me all to herself” just means that we have an ability to flatten each other in prose. Who knows if that would have gone away had we become enmeshed in each other’s real lives?

What if meeting in person destroyed something rather than presenting us with more options?

Why did we each insist on making everything so complicated?

Why do I have to get lost on my own in ruminations? Because that’s just how my brain works. I turn over these things in my head trying to come to resolution within myself. Aada says that she wants to cut the string in some letters, and “for now, all I want is peace” in others. It’s confusing, and yet not. She has always reserved the right to change her mind.

“Hacking Aada” would be a beautiful movie if we wrote it together. But if you think that “Hacking Aada” is an interesting story, “Hacking Leslie” is even better. That’s just not my story to tell.

When I can turn a relationship into a movie with a title like that, looking for other people to interact with becomes challenging. I don’t mesh with everyone, and they don’t mesh with me. I run easily, whereas I didn’t before. I don’t put as much care and concern into the beginning of a relationship because I don’t want to risk as much in the beginning as I used to….. I need for a relationship to unfold, not arrive.

I also think that if my next partner didn’t have some of Aada’s qualities, I would be poorer for it.

I am grateful that Aada has never minded being on my murder board of polyamory as a yellow string. It gave both of us something to refer to in terms of closeness, and in fact she talks about the chord that runs between us more than I do…. Mostly when she’s saying she wants to cut it, but still….. 😉 I think she likes knowing she has the safety and security of never being a string that gets mixed up in color, that I clearly only want her for her smarts and indeed crave her brain when it’s not around….. It feels like half of mine is missing after 12 years.

I also don’t visualize anything, so seeing attractive people out and about doesn’t turn my head. I connect with people over emotions, which is why it’s not surprising to me that I fell for a pretty lady in the sky who could write her ass off.

We’ve never even hugged.

Her words are that powerful, and so are mine.

There are words in my heart only she can find, and I miss her teasing them out of me.

Having her come back and correct the record was both good and bad. I was getting away from talking/writing about her, starting to forget when she brought it all back. She did not hurt me, she just didn’t do anything to make me put the conflict down and forget about it.

However, I think I deserve to think about our conflicts in depth, because they direct what kind of partners I will accept in the future.

This relationship affects how people see me, and not always for the better. That’s because I’ve already written about it in detail, which limits my dating pool to other poly people who aren’t threatened by my web site.

This is not a bad thing.

I think that I’m, for the most part, a monogamous person. It’s my priorities that get shuffled around, because I don’t care how hot you are, how into you I am, if Aada calls you need to find shit to do.

I don’t know any wives or husbands who would live like that, so I don’t want one.

It’s been like that for 12 years, with Aada being more important to me than anyone else. Because I am only focusing on today, I don’t know whether I need to change that or not. I don’t think I want to, and not wanting to is a whole separate problem. Moving me is not easy. Not even I can do it.

But do I think I’m missing out on anything? No, I don’t. I would like to have both Aada and a partner in my life, one that understands Aada as well as I understand her husband. That we’re a foursome instead of Aada and I always fighting it out alone.

I know that these dreams are delusional, but I also know that they won’t come true if I don’t see them happening. I cannot control what Aada will do in the future, but I can control what I’m willing to do. I can create peace, safety, all of that for myself, a blessing whether she returns or not.

There will always be things between us that no one else knows, and that’s the part of our history that’s painful for both of us to throw away.

It’s a rebuilding year, when I decide what kind of house I want.