You know Joe… the funny thing is that while Joshua and I were split up, I had sex with two other men besides Marcel. Sadly, I can’t even remember their names, maybe Jason was one?? I don’t think of these two at all, there was no satisfaction with them. AND almost every time Joshua and I fuck or make love, I cum, so it’s very confusing to feel satiated yet… what? Empty?? Distant?? Disconnected…
When I think of swapping partners I see little flashes in my mind. Thoughts like “Maybe Joshua will like it so much that he’ll leave me” and when this occurs to me, it is with a mixed sense of relief and worry. Relief that I would be free, worry that I would not be able to financially take care of myself and my son. I watched my mother deny her own being, her own self, time and again because she could not “afford” to leave. I watched her stay because my brother and I “needed” a father. All my life I have fought to be a different person than she is…
But I am her.
I catch myself being mean to Joshua because I want him to pull the trigger on this. I couldn’t handle the guilt of causing pain to so many people again. I used to tell Marcel that it would be okay, that I was strong enough to deny myself what I wanted so badly, that I would be fine so long as everyone around me was taken care of. I would tell him that we would have to get what joy we could from each other only in stolen places and only sometimes with careful planning. But I am such a liar to myself and to him too. I couldn’t wait everyday to speak to him, to find out what he had done that day, to see that slanted smile on my computer screen. I would check my “secret” phone every few hours, sometimes… every few minutes, to see if he had sent me a message. And he did, so many, as a simple way to be connected even with us so far apart. I would stop and hug myself, imagining it was his arms. Even now, I have tactile memories, I can recall him and the different places our bodies contacted each other. Vivid and strong, they haven’t faded.
I stop and think about Joshua, the last contact I remember was last night in bed, his body next to mine, moving closer and closer until he is practically laying on my side, my arm trapped under his back and shoulder, his leg wrapped around my calf. I am pinned and my arm goes to sleep after a while. But I am as far over to the side as I can go, there is no more room to move.
Such an analogy of my life.
And my Bel, I have missed you too, so very much that I could kiss you! But I have avoided coming onto Second life to see you. We both know that we will talk of these things and Joshua is as ever present to my conversations as before. Nearly nothing is private from him and I don’t want to have to explain to him. He will know that we speak away from Second Life, he will want to know how you know so many things when we “haven’t” spoken as far as he knows. He will be suspiscious and start snooping. He might invade this last little santuary I have left. Do you know that he looks through the trash and recycling on the pretense that “there may be something important in there”? Nothing is off limits, I have nowhere to hide anything.
He asked me the other night why I never write in my journal anymore… I nearly blurted “Why would you even ask? It’s not like I can tell the truth in it anyways!” Yes, he checks it, he knows where it is and he knows if I’ve written anything. (It makes my sick to think he reads it, just like my brother and his friends did when I was a young teenager… they made fun of me and wrote comments throughout the journal, taking every bit of comfort I gained from writing and shitting all over it. I burned that book and didn’t write again until after Eric and I split up when Dryden was 2). But I try to shrug it off… I still stay entirely away from this blog when I am at home, and I never check the email from there either.
And sexual urges, what are those anymore? My Bel, so much is crushed inside me, I am not the sexual person I was even a year ago. I used to be spontanious, even vicious in my lust but now, it has all been “talked” out of me, there is no shiny packages to open anymore, only unwrapped gifts where the instructions give you so much information that you don’t even attempt to play with it… The item inside the box just takes to much effort to enjoy.
I don’t know how to explain to you that I limp along, trying to find ways to make or break Joshua and I. I was once intrigued with our relationship, I was more willing to walk blindly beside him. But now, my heart is not there. I am no longer “bold” as you put it, my sexual actions are only cautious reactions.
And Joe… I find it timely that you wrote of trust issues. Does he have a reason to trust me? No, not in the slightest, I am no more steadfast in my commitment than I was before, he has every right to be concerned, I WANT him to be concerned, so much so that he can’t take it any longer. But on the other side of the coin, I don’t trust him either, I don’t forgive him for continuing to punish me, for his silent encouragement for me to punish myself. I am angry that he thinks my lack of past judgement in some areas makes me unable to correctly decide on current areas of my life. He doesn’t trust that I know what is right and what is wrong. He doesn’t realize that it’s all relative anyways.
I wonder why, over and over, WHY doesn’t he get tired of me? Why doesn’t he take the final step and walk away? I don’t trust that it is because he loves me, I think it is because he is as afraid as I am of not being able to live without the other. We are each afraid of how different things would be, at least now we know what to expect from the other…
Anyways, thank you both for responding. Joe, I hope you can weild a strong sword against your demons. And Bel… I miss you my sweet girl. I wish you were here so I could kiss your face and tell you I am ok.
Kim