When I think about Aada these days, I don’t think about rehashing all that we’ve been through. I’ve written so much that if I need to look back, I can go there, but I have no need. I think about her when I think of traveling in my future, because she’s the one I’d like to bring on some of my adventures. And in fact, she has been invited on every single one, from Viet Nam to Virginia. I want to take her to see the world, not punish her.
I see me renting an apartment in Helsinki and inviting Aada for a few days, maybe driving up to Tampere to see Moomin World. I see me moving back to Portland and driving her down to Coos Bay, the original road trip we were going to take when I lived in Oregon before. I’m here to take her where she wants to go. #drivingmissaada
Never mind that I’d be safer with her driving. She can put her life into her own hands if she chooses.
I don’t know that I’ll ever have the chance to build up that much trust with her, but I would like to if the stars aligned. I’d like to show Aada that her perceptions of me are off, that I’m not my writer personality. I’d like to see if she’s the same way. Surely she is not as prickly in person as she is over the internet.
We have each reacted like we’re trying to hug a cactus.
I want to take all my spikes down, clarifying all I’ve written so that things will smooth over between us. This smoothing over is not to ignore anything that happened, but to give it air. To give each other grace. To start the neurons healing.
In order fora relationship to have new growth, you have to allow for it.
All of Aada’s scare tactics don’t work on me anymore, because she’s revealed herself to me too many times for me to be afraid. Even this last go ’round, where she meant to leave my toes curled, didn’t last long. I just attributed her need to get back at me to her own insecurities, which are large. She cannot have a conversation where she’s open with me, because she cannot trust me. She has to intimidate me instead. Her biggest problem with me is that I am not intimidated.
I am one of the few people that can go toe to toe with her intellectually, so her usual games and manipulations don’t work. I have cut through a lot of bullshit in this relationship and it has served both of us well. I have gotten to the heart of the matter quickly and been thanked for not taking the stonewalling, being brave enough to call her out on the carpet.
She knew that her lies would cost her, which is why it took her 12 years to admit to me that she lied.
But I’m not intent on making her pay for those lies forever. I don’t have the energy, and never did. Once I wrote about it, the anger was gone. I was ready to move on.
I want to take her to walk the Bible with me, because she’d have so many interesting tidbits about what happened where.
I want to take her to Galveston, so we can walk the beaches I walked when I was a child.
I want a new relationship between us to sing, because the last one moaned in pain a lot of the time.
I would like to have a meal together, even if it’s just dino nuggets. You’d be surprised at how much common ground can be accomplished just by breaking bread.
Especially when I’ve fallen on my face.
Because Aada does not trust me, she cannot see but half the story. She only sees the part where I’m angry, not the part where I’ve worked through it because I wrote about it. Old news is old news. It is not surprising to me that Aada went through and catalogued all the things she didn’t like and called the things she did “suspect.”
None of the things I say are suspect, they are my real thought processes. If I say something positive, I mean it. If I say something negative, I mean it. But no thing is true all the time as a situation progresses and changes.
I think of taking Aada to Ottawa, because I have always been impressed by the French Gothic cathedral architecture of Parliament, and the cats. I doubt I’d be showing her anything she hasn’t seen, but she hasn’t seen my version of Ottawa yet. ๐
I have all of these dreams that have nothing to do with our present situation because I’m so eager to let it go and think of something happier. I want to be a part of making Aada’s dreams come true, and for her to be a part of making mine come true, too. And in fact, a lot of the time her dreams have been more important to me than mine.
I have talked a lot of shit about being in love with this woman, and I’ve failed her more than I haven’t. I am eager to do better, be better. She is a yellow string in polyamory, emotional support and not romance, and that string cannot be cut for love or money. It just can’t. I have tried. If Aada never picks up her end, it will be dormant but not gone.
I think she does pick up her end, often, and that this is just as hard on her as it is on me. She didn’t want me to make our relationship unstable, and I did. I have not made this relationship easy on her because I’m a public figure and she’s not. Thus, why I’d be excited to work on books with her rather than blogging- it would take the “public figure” thing out of the mix. I don’t look at it as giving my blog up for Aada, but growing as a writer into something different.
It was all my idea, because I knew I would not regret it. That relaxing into the easier pace of having an editor and not having a daily deadline would be better for me in the long run, anyway.
One day, if this site disappears, you’ll know I have a multimillion dollar book deal in the works.
I want to take Aada with me to Portland, because I want to show her my old stomping grounds. We could eat at Hopworks, and I could drive her around to the Big Yellow House, and the apartment Dana and I shared across the street.
I’d like to drive Aada home, and meet the family I haven’t after all these years. Aada says that her husband knows about me, and I don’t doubt that. But knowing about me and knowing me are two different things. Just like people who know Aada are different than people who just read my web site and get an impression.
I know the impression that strangers get of Aada due to my web site is different than what she gets when she reads, because my readers don’t weight the positive and negative.
They have been with me through all the explanations that Aada and I met virtually, so butterfly feelings came up for me that didn’t come up for her. I unfortunately fell for a straight girl incapable of returning those feelings, but I cannot undo it. She’s happily married and I am happy for her. I’m not bitter and jealous, because I do not want more than Aada can give. I send her husband good thoughts all the time, like “take care of her or so help me God.” ๐
No, seriously. I send her husband good thoughts because I am better for it. I want him to be the best partner for her because I want what she wants. Saying that I love her if and only if she changes to be what I want her to be is not love.
I have always called myself the Lord John Grey of our relationship, because she reminds me so much of Jamie Fraser in Outlander.
John struggled his whole life with being in love with Jamie, but he never let it stop him from being a good friend.
I could have learned a lot more from Lord John Grey had I been paying attention, but I wasn’t. I’ll have to go back and read the entire series again.
I want to take Aada to the Outer Banks of North Carolina, because she knows the area intimately and can show me all the good places to go.
I feel that I should say Aada’s husband is invited on every trip I ever invite her on in perpetuity, because I am not trying to get her alone. I am trying to include her, and including her means including her whole famn damily. I would even trust either of them to drive my car and just ride in the back.
I only want alone time with her if she wants alone time with me. There are many conversations we could have behind closed doors that would be enlightening, but I think that we’ve enlightened each other enough and it’s time to go back and do surface level things to bring each other into the fold.
If you always do what you always did, you always get what you always got.
I’d like to take Aada to Hawaii, because I’ve never been and think it would be the perfect vacation for us. That’s because there’s hiking and biking and mountain climbing, or we can just be bums on the beach and do nothing. I don’t know if Aada is a thrill seeker or a beach bum, so I am covering all eventualities.
But it’s things like not knowing whether she’s a beach bum or a thrill seeker that would be fun to know, and the kind of thing you don’t get to know if you’re only friends over the internet. As far as I can tell, though, I’m 12 years younger with a quarter of the energy and I need to keep up.
I wish I could take her with me to pick out my dog, because it’s an errand that would mean a lot to her. She’s a dog person and would love to see me happy with one. In fact, getting a dog was the first thing she mentioned when I said I lived in Baltimore now.
Well, she actually said I needed a dog and a gun, but I have a very good reason for not getting a gun. I don’t want to.
She can have a gun if she needs it to feel comfortable staying over, but I’m not a gun person and I don’t live in a very dangerous neighborhood, anyway. Baltimore gets a bad rap because people view it as violent but then you get here and it’s just a neurodivergent jumble of weird.
Baltimore is off the chain if you’re neurodivergent because you’ll find community in a hot minute. DC is the same way, and has the highest number of LGBTQIA people in the country according to the last census in which such data was taken.
So I’d like to take Aada to Baltimore and show her all the quirky weird she missed in thinking “that place is…. Not safe.”
And yes, my apartment is big enough that she and whomever she wants to bring can crash with me.
I am all about being different in the future, because the past was closed off.
I would like for Aada to meet my dad and sister as much as I would like to meet her husband. Being each other’s emotional support doesn’t go one way. I would like her to see into my real life as well.
I have always trusted her judgment on the people I date, and it would be fun to actually introduce them to Aada vs. describing them when I got home. And in fact, there’s this funny scene in my head playing where Aada and her husband sit me down and say, “we don’t like this one.”
Bye. I’ll miss you.
I think Aada was pleased when she asked why I was dating men and I told her that I was kind of over women because I already had my hands full between her & Bryn.
I would like Aada to meet Bryn in the worst way possible, because they are two peas in a pod. The dog trainer and the dog lover would bond instantaneously, and there’s a few other things that would tie them as well, I think, outside of me.
I have shortchanged myself in this relationship from the beginning because I focused too much on my own inner turmoil and not the turmoil I was creating in others. That’s why I want my sunset years to be filled with relaxation, travel, friends, and family.
I would like to be more of a travel writer, and I can only think of one companion I could tolerate.
If things are different in the future, the way I want them to be.
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