Hello Coco : A diary

Tag: love

  • The Nasty Feelings of Polyamory

    Ever since ChatGPT told me I should write rage letters to all the people I was holding resentment for (and not send them), it opened up this thrilling door of writing completely and brutally honest without filter. I’m not resentful toward polyamory, but since beginning to explore it just a few short months ago I believe I have some very raw, very brutal things to say. Unfiltered. Unedited.

    Polyamory to a man who has a wife and kid can feel like being a mistress in many ways. The phone calls that aren’t made when the wife is home. The change of plans when the wife says ‘you’ve been spending too much time out of the home lately’. The selective participation in our relationship based on what’s happening over there.

    You’d say that it all makes sense. He has a family – what do you expect? How could I know what to expect? I’ve never been in this position before in my life.

    I’m used to dedicated boyfriends or girlfriends. 1:1 ratio of a couple. The first time I try this and I get an entire family. It’s weird looking in from the outside wanting more and watching someone else have it with him instead. The feelings have deepened and my monogamous tendencies are showing. The jealousy is seeping in.

    People have been telling me to find another partner to even it out. To feel like there is a leveled playing field. To have those other needs met that he can’t give me. That sounds so great, but nothing compares to him. He is a unicorn of a man. A therapist, emotionally intelligent, sexy, considerate, attentive, and showers me in any kind of love I ask for. He’s perfect, but I have to go back out there in the dating world and find another one? I didn’t even know a man like Sam existed in the first place. I want him more and I can’t have it. It’s like a tease from the universe. Of course, I can see it as a lesson that there are men out there and I shouldn’t settle, but fuck I want this one.

    Oh god the worst thing about all of this is that they are moving. Him and his family are moving either before winter or in the spring. His wife has a partner too that she’d be leaving behind. I knew this from the start when I was going through my hoe phase and stumbled on Sam. I told him I didn’t want anything serious anyways because of my recent breakup in December. At the time I was also planning on moving out of state. Low stakes I thought.

    Now I’m faced with the reality that I am going to be inevitably hurt it’s just a matter of when.

    But I’m already getting hurt just in tiny little pricks and slices. When he leaves, I will be completely flayed open with nothing to do about it.

    Weirdly the fuck enough this is the most secure attachment I’ve ever had with a partner. Where the other person is completely honest, intentional, respectful, and understands women. I told myself when I started to catch feeling that “Well, it’s worth the hurt to experience this type of relationship and learn from it.” I’m not sure that’s true anymore. I’m already hurting thinking of him leaving on top of knowing that this man will never be someone serious to me – he can’t be. We won’t ever get married, have kids, move in together…

    It’s wild to think that I’ve only actually been seeing Sam since April 14th. We’ve seen each other on a biweekly schedule, so six times. His curfew is fucking 10pm each time so about 5 hours each date. 30 hours total of being with each other physically over the course of the last 2.5 months. No overnights. But we text every day, multiple times per day.

    He tells me how much he misses me. How obsessed he is with me. But what I see is two little hearts around two calendar dates a month.

    I hate that I feel these feelings. This bubbling up jealousy and anxiety of not being a priority to someone else to the level I want them to when we have such a deep emotional and sexual relationship. It’s new for me. I signed up for all of this, and I’m kicking myself in the ass.

    It’s triggering to my avoidant attachment style I learned from my parents. I want to run away and board up every window I gave to him to see inside me. He knows how I feel. He knows that I am in deep and that feels raw and unsettling knowing that nothing more will ever happen from it. It’s like I’m giving him parts of myself I wish I could take back and protect. I let my heart deep dive into this shit and now I’m bracing for all of the pain that has and will come with it.

    Coming second.

  • Losing Everything to Find Me Again

    If you’ve been following along, there has been a fuck ton of shit happening in the last 6 months. A breakup from a long-term relationship, moving into a studio apartment, finding out my health wasn’t what I had expected, getting closure that my parents will never be what I need and now…an apartment fire started by my cat to top it all off.

    I’m looking around my place laughing at how empty it is. The couch, linens, food, and kitchenware that all had to go due to the chemical and plastic fumes. It echos in here now.

    Coming home to find what it was tore me up inside. It was one of the worst days of my life. With everything else tacked on I was pretty much crashing out and everyone around me knew – which has been highly unusual and uncomfortable. I cried for days grieving the items that I had bought mutually with my ex and how I was now forced to actually move on from them. I settled with the giving up the impulse purchases that I had held onto out of guilt. I went through every single item I owned and got rid of more than 50% of it due to the fire.

    Now that I have finally collected myself, 1 week later, I have come to terms with the fact that I really had to lose a lot these last 6 months so that I could find myself again. I have done a personal inventory on not just my apartment, but my relationships and my body.

    I have recently purged old, very gray boundaries with my parents for shiny new ones that protect me from perpetual disappointment. I have given up a lot of peace to indulge in sexual exploration with men; men that didn’t care about me but taught me valuable lessons that have raised the bar on many levels sexually and emotionally.

    I threw away the me that wore sweats every day and was consistently high, for a sparkly version that admires her body and all I put it through – enough to go to the doctor, exercise, eat healthy, and feel whole again inside of it.

    And now here I am literally throwing shit away. Items that I couldn’t quite part with on my own because I felt I had to keep them, maybe because I actually needed them – sure – but also because it was the only things left in my life that was from my old one. An anchor into something comfortably sad and an ugly shade of velvet gray.

    That couch was one of the last things that needed to go so that I could just move on already from my old self, life, and relationship. I mean I didn’t need the fire to do that, but it forced me to emergency eject out of the fog and into reality.

    So, as I look at my empty apartment, there’s no one here but the echo of my own voice talking back to me saying, “you’re alone now”. My initial reaction is to cry, tuck myself into bed and let myself drown in loud music that will fill the unknown parts of my brain that are too scary to hear right now. The ones that say:

    “What now?”

    “What if something happened? You don’t even have an emergency contact.”

    “What do you want to do with your life now?”

    I can choose to feel sorry for myself, which don’t get me wrong I lived on that train for a moment, but I started to take stops in “No one is expecting me – that’s nice” land and “I don’t have to stress out about making sure the dishwasher is loaded correctly for fear of getting snapped at” land. I jumped off that train altogether when this fire happened and I realized that if my life was like it was 6 months ago, this would have been ten times worse.

    She would have made it worse. The person I was then would have let her drag me down into a shame hole on how I’m not responsible enough, reminding me of how this inconveniences her through pouting and passive digs, that this fuck-up (though not my fault) is just another example of me letting her down and not having my shit together.

    She made me feel less than her all the time and I put my blinders on for what – an emergency contact? ‘Stability’? A family that was way better than my own and invited me in wholly? Safety? I would say comfortability, but it wasn’t comfort. It was people would say, ‘delulu’ and not the good kind.

    So, I’ll sit here eating my chicken pot pie in peace knowing that no matter what comes my way, I got me. I will never let myself down the way I did then. That no matter what the fuck happens, no matter how much I ‘lose’, I still have me to fall back on and she’s pretty fucking awesome.

  • May 25th, 2025

    This pocket of life is looking very different from the last.

    In the last month I have confronted my parents on their emotional avoidance, stopped entertaining multiple casual sexual partners, started getting into Latin dancing, tried and stopped Vyvanse, increased my Wellbutrin, reached a whole other level of sexual intimacy with the one partner that I do have and have decided to not move out of Denver.


    A month of big decisions which have resulted in big emotional hurdles and mindset shifts. I’ve felt a lot of things I’ve never felt before and walked away from a few situations learning lessons.


    Getting into dancing has taught me that it doesn’t matter what you do alone (going to classes alone/stepping out of your comfort zone) as long as you love it – the community will come.


    Having only one sexual partner that I’m genuinely interested in instead of many that I’m not, fills my cup more than I had expected even with my high sex drive.


    I learned that telling people no from the very beginning is better than waiting for feelings to hopefully change and that when it comes to your heart intuition really is true north.


    I got closure with my parents that they won’t change, but at least my inner child tried and that was the best she could do. What needs to change now is the boundaries I have with them so that I don’t keep accidentally expecting more.


    With all of this being said, I had experienced emotional & physical burnout. I got sick from it and it put me out for 3 entire days. I was giving my emotional energy to my parents, my best friends, strangers that I would meet out and about, dancing multiple times per week, hosting multiple baby showers, not eating and sleeping enough and binge scrolling my phone on my downtime.


    I was chronically overstimulated and recovering from that was difficult because I had to remove myself from everyone and be inaccessible for the first time in 6 months. I was monitoring my head space and my ability to stay present – eat, sleep, read, sit in the sun, repeat.

    So this new pocket that I’m sitting in is one that I’m actively trying to be more intentional about – how do I sit still for longer moments without change? How do I spend more time doing the things that fill my cup and don’t leave me emotionally haggard by the end of it? Prioritizing friendships that don’t suck the life out of me, the obligations that do the same, and maintaining balance at work; not saying yes to fucking everything.

    What got me into this predicament in the first place was a breakup 6 months ago that led me to living alone for the first time in 6 years. Loneliness.

    You know in the movies where the nerd in high school undergoes a massive makeover and they become obsessed with themselves and so does everyone around them for a hot minute? Think Mean Girls, Princess Diaries, and House Bunny.

    They become so addicted to the new ‘me’ and the attention and acceptance that comes from it because they’ve been living in their shadow for such a long while. Having those new feelings create this craving for more until it turns into a dopamine frenzy.


    This was me back in February when I started to talk to boys again. I changed my hair, my clothes, and with my new meds and appearance my confidence sky rocketed. That snowballed further and further until I essentially flew too close to the sun.


    I found myself feeling too shallow about my clothes and how I didn’t feel comfortable leaving the apartment without a layer of mascara on anymore. I was going on dates every week because guys wanted to ask me out. I was flirting at Swing dance classes because I knew some of the guys had crushes on me.


    Things began to down shift with my mental health and I was starting to hurt people’s feelings. I started to just really assess who I was making myself out to be every day and the choices I was making. Then I met the guy I’ve been seeing for the last month and a half. He moves in a year and has a wife & kid (Poly/ENM), so I only see him every other week and for one overnight a month. Not only has he been a very secure attachment for me (not like anything I’ve experienced before), but he slowed my life down tremendously. It was uncomfortable at first – taking those dopamine hits away, but now that the withdrawals have worn off, I feel I’ve hit a sustainable balance.


    Now, with everything in my social life collapsing my health for a few days that felt scary, I’m beginning to realize that I need to do the same here.

    With that I’ve decided I’m not moving back to Ohio come April of next year. I’m going to sit still a moment and experience my life as a single person living alone with where I’ve called home these last 8 years. I’ve decided that I can’t fix my parents or my best friend who has been going through it for years now. I’ve decided that I only deserve the best when it comes to having any man in my life. I’ve decided that I’m only human and as such I should look like one.

  • My Avoidant Parents: A Series of Texts

    To Mom: Monday, May 13th 7:21 A.M

    “Hey,

    I’ve been thinking just talking in therapy over the last few years, that our relationship doesn’t go a deep emotionally as I’d prefer. You, me and dad.

    I feel like other than check ins, my cry fits/panic attacks when I call or unless I initiate, we don’t connect deeper past proof of life.

    With my Leep Procedure, when I told you about it in the beginning you responded about tampons instead of acknowledging how it could be making me feel and emotionally supporting me in that way, and you never followed up or asked how I was feeling.

    I feel like you two are always there to problem solve and talk logistics, which is so helpful, but you don’t ask deeper questions or offer to talk about feelings except for when I explicitly initiate it like when we had the breakup conversations last year and I initiate out of desperation with where my head was at.

    I hate always having to initiate anything deeper, it makes me feel like you don’t care (even though I know that’s not true).

    I know this is out of the blue for you but it’s been a common thought since moving around when we were younger with all the moves and my mental health went south, and my feelings were met with a yoga membership and medication.

    I feel if I move out there and change my whole life, I want to start having these conversations.

    Do you agree or how do you feel about that?

    I’m dropping this bomb right before I have to run to work but happy to talk on the phone later.”

    From Mom: Tuesday, May 14th 8:12 A.M

    “Not ignoring, just surprised, hurt angry with your text”

    From Dad: Friday, May 16th 9:05 A.M

    “Call me when you can.”

    Me: “I can’t today with work and plans, how’s tomorrow morning?”

    “When you can. Curious why drama is being drummed up? If you are afraid to tell us you changed your mind on moving back don’t be. Your call we love and support you always.”

    Me: “Drama? My feelings are drama.”

    Dad: “No they are not but texting your mom and not waiting to have a conversation face-to-face or on the phone is.”

    Me: “I’m sorry that the way I shared my feelings wasn’t up to par with your preferences. I did offer a phone call same-day to talk about it more and I didn’t hear a word back until the next morning. I’m happy to talk on the phone, was waiting for you two to process and initiate.

    My feelings aren’t stemmed from changing my mind, the text message explicitly said the feelings were long overdue being said. It’ not a response to being nervous to share a decision. “

    Dad: “Don’t call me tomorrow. Your feelings are your feelings. I have nothing more to say.”

    Me: “I’m asking for more love and support from you two on a deeper level and you can’t even have a conversation about it. You critique how I shared them without even acknowledging the whole point of me sharing them in the first place. That hurts.”

  • Polyamory & The Polycule: My Complications

    I went on a date this morning with a man that asked me, “So, how long have you been in the lifestyle?”


    I felt a little embarrassment for sharing that I was quite new to it, I think for fear of being perceived as inexperienced and thus maybe too much work – too complicated.


    That probably stems a little from a guy earlier this year who vetoed our friends with benefits set-up due to the fact I haven’t had much sex with men for 7 years considering I was in a relationship with a woman for a long while. It got too ‘complicated’. In fact, the observations of most men when I tell them this is generally hesitation.


    I can understand that in a certain lens of him knowing exactly he wanted. He wanted a girl that could deep-throat his dick (mind you, it is large) and I wasn’t up for the job, at least not at that time. I was just re-learning how to give a blow job again – hello.


    I understand Polyamory is a whole other beast than learning how to move past your gag reflex and learning sex with men again, but the common theme for me these past 5 months has been ‘inexperience’, so admitting to another one gave me the cringe as I told him the truth.


    We had spent hours talking; casually looping in details of our current partners, sexual needs, and other tidbits of ‘lifestyle’ information that would help determine our compatibility.


    It occurred to me as we were talking that finding another partner to join this ‘Polycule’ I stumbled into wouldn’t be easy business. Not only do I need to find them attractive, communicative, and emotionally aware but they needed to be vetted by basically everyone in my current polycule based on STI results, status, and at a frequency that is relative to any additional sexual partners that come into play.


    This guy told me he has his wife, one woman that travels into town once a month, and could seek an additional partner outside of me if we moved forward. His wife is also seeking partners. That is 3+ people I would be adding in, just to hook up with this one guy regularly.


    On top of that he shared his wife has herpes flare ups (tested positive). Which means that I would of course need to relay that to the entire team – yes, that’s what I’m calling them now- and get their stamp of approval first.

    This is nothing like what I was doing in the beginning of the year meeting guys on Tinder and just hooking up with them. It was a very dangerous and I’m lucky I came out of it clean, but I did very minimal work compared to this. I also had very limited emotional connection, communication, and genuine intimacy with those men.


    I would never go back there, but I’m really just starting to process through exactly what I got myself into.


    When the date ended I walked away feeling more overwhelmed and confused. He checked the boxes of attractiveness, communicative, and emotionally aware however the multiple partners, FWB attitude, and his wife’s results made me think, “oh my god, is this too complicated?”


    I’m sitting here reflecting on this inexperience complex thinking sad about how I might be too complicated for others while also considering the same for him being too much. I realize in this moment that it really isn’t about me – other people’s version of ‘complicated’. It’s their emotional and physical bandwidth. How much are we willing to give? Is it worth it? What is the fucking ROI here?


    Perhaps the deep-throat guy was like, “if this is too much for her, maybe my other needs won’t be met.” If someone was to not want to move forward with me because my inexperience of polyamory it could be that they don’t have the mental space to walk through it, perhaps they just got out of a similar situation and it was draining. Perhaps they have an insecurity of committing for someone to realize the lifestyle isn’t for them?


    I’m sitting here thinking about my date in a similar, but opposite way, “This is a big commit for me when I’m already going through so much and I just got into this other relationship a month ago. It might be too soon to consider complicating things further.”


    My date texted me just a moment ago saying he had such a nice time and how he was hoping to kiss me, but couldn’t read it. Why do I feel guilty? As If I’m letting down the world by sharing my feelings.


    I’ve been asked on many dates in the last few months and have exercised all sorts of no’s like, “I’m seeing someone”, “I’m not dating right now”, “I’m moving in a year” – I’ve had clear and easy outs that would make anyone say – “yeah that makes sense”.


    Not to say my reason, that I can’t handle something like this right now, doesn’t make sense, but that it’s a new one for me and giving that reason when I’ve heard it a few times this last few months makes me nervous to make the other person feel the way I did. Complicated.

  • Post Break-Up Cause and Effect: Where Do I Go Next?

    There’s a lot we experience when getting out of a long-term relationship. We have the lifestyle shift; not saying good morning and goodnight to the same person everyday, the silence of moving into your own place, the withdrawals from your own language and inside jokes that are no longer relevant, and the change of emergency contact information digesting that they won’t be that person for you anymore.

    You start waking up alone and feeling a sadness in your heart because things are strange and different. You haven’t gotten excited about the ‘new adventure’ yet. Eventually after nights out with friends, drinking, smoking, and all other vices, you start to enjoy coming home to yourself and living inside your own head again. You notice the milk is always in the same place in the fridge and you don’t have to load the dishwasher a specific way to avoid a debate on why the forks should be separated based on their size. You come and go as you please without needing an itinerary and being on-time. You feel relief knowing you don’t need to emotionally regulate another person when your cup is empty. You begin to feel freedom and radical acceptance to your own preferences than expecting push back.

    Then you chop off all your hair, get Lasik and throw out all your glasses that always made you self-conscious. You stop wearing sweatpants altogether, and spend some money on something you’ve always wanted or that vacation you’ve been meaning to take.

    You begin to attend dance classes because you’ve always wanted to try it and you watch and smile as it flourishes into an unexpected ritual of self-care. You begin to develop beautifully platonic connections and start to feel the light come back into your body a little more.

    After some time making these leaps you find yourself asking, ‘Why haven’t I done this sooner?’. The answers to that question causes an internal rift. How scary of you to let yourself coast for so long in discomfort and without regard to your truest wants. You must have really been struggling with your internal compass. You heal some and forgive your family as you also forgive whomever made them feel like they couldn’t exist wholly for what they are – human.

    You begin to exercise and that motivates you to eat healthier, and with all the release of happy chemicals your libido kicks up. You start to fit into your old clothes and you’re feeling more confident and fulfilled on a normal day-to-day basis. You start thinking of other avenues of health to explore like perhaps your fertility, or taking blood tests to learn more about where you can improve. You lean further into therapy, start taking the medications you need, and begin to see yourself in a different frame of mind.

    With the increase in confidence you begin to assert yourself more at work in conversations and projects that stimulate you. You start to develop more of a connection to your coworkers and build on the energy to form relationships even outside of work. Your boss is telling you that they’ve noticed your hard work and your coworker is saying, “you’re a completely different person than when we first met.”

    You pick up that writing project and remember how much you love it. With your newfound confidence, you begin a blog again (after deleting several In the past for fear of judgment). With that leap you are beaming with energy from the self expression and anonymous and honest connections.

    You start to ask yourself, “What’s next?”. Your therapist says, “Make sure you enjoy it as you go instead of leaping too quickly onward. The snowball can roll slower if you want it to.” So you did just that – you slowed it down a bit, took breaks from stimulation, and made sure you touched grass every chance you could to really process and feel it.

    You begin to reflect on the decisions you made in the past and start to question if they were the right ones. Was committing to moving back home to Ohio next year really the right decision or was I acting out of fear because I was about to terminate that long-term relationship? Was I attempting to seek comfort or acceptance from my family so that we would feel bonded in a way that perhaps I needed in that moment? They’ve always wanted you to move back and leaning in perhaps provided a dopamine hit to a bond that has always been known to be distinguished quickly – that much more addicting to receive.

    Will Ohio even provide me with a good quality of life either to the same degree or more than what you have right now? Will moving back home truly bring your avoidant family closer together or are you hoping for patterns and trends to just change now that you’ve been in therapy for so long and feel you can tackle it the challenge? Why does that fall on you again?

    Most importantly, would you really survive on only 90 days of sunshine instead of the 300 you get now? What if you compromised on visiting three times a year instead of two? Will your family and friends in Ohio understand or will they be disappointed and lash out? How could you make decisions like that in such a vulnerable space? It’s okay, you were doing the best you could. Life is messy.

    If you did stay where you are that would mean that you can feel comfortable feeling at home again – not moving into this new place & lifestyle only to leave it a year later. You can stop selling your furniture and worrying about how much to save by next March. You can be open to long-term partnerships when the feeling is right. You can stick with the same dance classes and community that you’ve spent these past four months investing in. You can watch your best friends kids grow older and give them all of your love. You can stay at the job (or not!) that is reliable and pays you enough to live in a safe neighborhood by myself – something you’d potentially giving up moving home.

    What if the biggest roll of this snowball is staying put. What if you use this time to advocate for yourself at your job to move in a different direction that feels more aligned with your long-term goals. What if you start to take these HR projects even more seriously and connect with the right people on them for the right exposure and receive mentorship. If the transition does occur, you’d want to stay longer as to hold it on your resume right?

    What if you let yourself exist as single person here and then eventually, when you’re ready, open yourself up to having a truly connected relationship with a man. A man that doesn’t come from Ohio values, politics and single-lens perspectives. Imagine you find the right person here that is emotionally grounded. A person that breaks your relationship patterns and your inner child feels safe and protected with. You are happy and fulfilled completely and then intentionally start a family like you want. A family that speaks up and forgives quickly, one that allows for physical touch and sweetness, radical acceptance and candor. And warmth.

    Lastly, you’d have to ask If your future self would be excited and proud of your decisions that you’re making now as you are of your younger self taking the big risk of coming to Colorado in the first place.

    We will never know if the decision is going to be 100% correct one until we try it. Leaning into our intuition is our best bet and staying in-tune to my intuition will be the ultimate key in determining what my next choice will look like. That intuition will change the trajectory and momentum as I keep experiecing new things around me, so I can’t truly expect to know for sure.

    And the reality is, is that the snowball never actually stops. It also didn’t just start after this breakup- it has been ongoing and constantly being reshaped into what I need in that moment and time. Last year, it was moving incredibly slow because it was so small from letting myself be small. I let time ride by high on my couch because the relationship I was in sucked everything out of me. I didn’t feel like I had autonomy and a the right words to communicate it, so I held back in fear.

    Luckily the new lease term that came up sparked enough panic attacks to give me the momentum I needed to really push everything down the hill.

    Choosing where and how it moves next in terms of where home is for me and if where I am 40 hours a week will be possibly the biggest decisions I can make after the breakup. Everything in between has been highly influential and exactly what I needed to get to this point. The community I’ve joined, the passions I’ve explored, the liberation I have with my sexuality, the reflections and immense shift in my mental health via taking the time to add value into my day-to-day – add purpose, have been the stars guiding me to regaining my sparkle once again.

    Regardless of wherever I go, whatever I do and the new things I learn, I can depend on myself now to keep myself moving forward and I can’t wait to see what I choose next.

    Home. – Where will it be?
    Denver, Ohio, or someplace new? When?

    Family. – Values and boundaries.
    Kids? Commitment?
    How much time do I need for myself first?

    Lifestyle – Day-to-day purpose & self-care
    Building attunement and trust that I’ve got me
    Weight training, nutrition, mental health accountability

    Work. – Regulated and mentally sustainable
    Recruiting or HR?

    Passions. – Continuous Self-Expression
    Blog, stories & journaling lifestyle rituals- where do I want to take these?

    Experiences. – Living outside my comfort zone
    Experiencing new dance, traveling solo & learning other cultures

  • Healing My Inner Child and Still Choosing Heartbreak

    I think the last time I was this attracted to someone it was my first girlfriend back in 2014-2015. [We’ll call her Meredith] She was this magical unicorn of a person that when I saw for the first time, I instantly gravitated toward her. The energy of her attention was all-consuming and every type of analogy that touched on anything to do with the stomach, heart and lack of vocabulary when I saw her was disgustingly true. She made me feel special and motivated me to communicate more, taught me what the truest sting of jealousy felt like and eventually broke up with me because she emotionally cheated with someone else.


    That was only a 6-month relationship, but it took me almost two years to completely get over her. This love was uncontrollable, volatile and so very fucking exciting. It was like a drug, so much that we would spend every night together even if it meant driving home to gather all my things and making the drive to hers after work spontaneously.


    I look back now and realize that a lot of red flags had gone unnoticed or ignored just for the sake of keeping the big feelings alive. She manipulated me and told me we couldn’t be girlfriends until I officially classified myself as a lesbian as being bisexual wasn’t good enough. She would force communication from me even if I wasn’t ready to talk. She held my past against me and sometimes downright bullied me for personal details. She loved to make me jealous with talk of her ex-girlfriend and all the things they’d do together – while that ex fed into it and was most definitely still in love with her. She played us both.


    I haven’t had that electric feelings about anyone until very recently meeting a man on Hinge who was searching for a poly add-on per say. That’s probably not the healthiest way to describe it, but it feels that way a little – not intentionally. He gets his cup filled mostly by his wife, I would be the a-la-carte option of a ‘fun, outgoing emotional connection’. He’s looking for an emotional connection that can go deep and of course the physical.


    When I started getting back into the dating apps I was purely looking for sex and found that putting out that energy attracted dirt bags and all of them ended up hurting my feelings for different reasons. Then he came along and spoke of emotional support, consistency, romance and safe boundaries. All things the men prior would have probably run away from should I have brought it up as part of the arrangement.


    This man texts me daily and gives me positive affirmations when he senses I need a little reassurance or even unprompted. He can read a room very well and picks up on shifts in energy- It helps that he is a therapist. He talks deep and asks me deep questions. On top of all that he is incredibly sexy and our desires and libido align beautifully.


    He’s fucking trouble is what he is.


    I am starting to feel those feelings that I had with Meredith back 9 years ago; electricity that I can’t ignore or subdue. Though this time I’m not concerned about an exorbitant amount of red flags, but the fact that he is poly and moving next year.


    First off, I feel shame around the fact that I just exited a five-and-a-half-year long relationship just this past December, though it was dead in the water for a while, lacking any romantic connections for most of the last year, I feel guilty for even considering any level of relationship with anyone. I feel like a child that can’t be alone, but I also can’t ignore these feelings and stick to my boundary of staying completely single until I move next April. That’s right I am moving too!


    It’s a little contradictory pre-grieving over a relationship that is doomed to end when I knew that getting into it. I came into this with boundaries and voiced them from the start, as did he – but now I feel I’m setting myself up to get my feelings hurt in 11 months because I know these feelings have a strong potential to get deeper.


    I wonder how he would feel if I had another partner on the side – I know obviously supportive, but how would he feel about it? Maybe having another partner on the side will help me distance a bit, split my emotional ties so it doesn’t feel too strong with him especially since he has an entire other person involved. Part of me hopes he’d feel sad about it and not want to share me with anyone – a hybrid of my monogamous conditioning and the feelings that are developing too quickly for comfort. Maybe I’m thinking about that additional partner because of my avoidant attachment style from an emotionless upbringing; not getting too connected as to not be let down.

    It’s hard not to develop these feelings when he is so freely being vulnerable with me about his. He tells me how he won’t go anywhere as long as I want him to stay. He’s telling me that he has the best of intentions and wants to offer me all of these things, “Romance, Fun, Containment [whatever that means], Connection, Curiosity, Exploration, Adventure.” And then, “There’s more. You’ll see.”

    You says the sweetest things that I honestly have never heard before in my relationships (bitter fucking sweet note there).

    “I got lucky finding you. You meet so many needs already. I appreciate that so much.”


    “I’m protective of you.” And the “Please, let me know when you get home”s.

    And what takes the cake:


    “I feel really lucky that you gave me a chance. I have lots of love and lots of fun to give and I genuinely want you to have it. I want you to know that I came into this relationship with so much intention even before we met. So, I’m here and I’m not going anywhere, ok? So as far and long as you want to hold me – sound good? Just stay being honest and authentic and I promise you the same.”

    Uhm okay, so accept me for exactly how I am and you won’t leave me? Motherfuck-How do I not get connected deeply to this?

    Here are some of his sexy messages that put me in an upward dopamine spiral for days:

    “Good because if you didn’t notice, I also like kissing your neck. We can do things like just touch, no penetration and try to get you to come that way is totally something I am up for when you want. I certainly don’y have to cum every time. I’d rather you climax first anyways.
    I can do all those things [of which I listed in my prior text]. I love all of it. What gets me going is eye contact. If you are moaning while looking in my eyes I melt. You’re also going to have to call me papi [yes you’re reading that right] when you are cuming while I’m inside of you, ok?”

    And:

    “I really like the build up. I’m really big on foreplan but before that I really want to make sure to be slow and intentional. I’m talking like ASMR slow. Gives me time to figure out your sweet spots and where you like being kissed and touched. I’m excited for when we see each other naked for the first time. I’m excited to go down on you (my personal fave). I really like the initial slow and gently approach to understand each other better, then getting freakier and progressing into being less gentle as time goes on.”

    So now you see what I have going on. Unfortunately, this is the healthiest of approaches I’ve ever received coming from my family background and perpetuating the patterns I learned from that – including my last relationship. With that being said all of these romantic and comforting affirmations, consistency and follow-through feel like crack. I’m getting a dopamine high off them and it’s making the connection deeper, and faster.

    My therapist says that’s it is okay to let my inner child have this, to learn and grow from it for as long as I can. To experience true and genuine emotional connection. My heart is scared to see where it will be next year. I’m by no means ‘doing this for the plot’ as kids say, more so hoping that it will give me the opportunity to revise some of the beliefs I learned from my past.


    Relating it back to my first girlfriend and pulling this altogether – the depth of the connection that I established in that relationship was based off of being heard and learning crucial foundational elements of strong communication. Even with how toxic that relationship was, I developed my first skills into establishing emotional grounding within myself. I was able to experience feelings and talk about them in complexity, break them down and have them be really heard and validated – even if sometimes she brutally forced it. Being in a woman loving woman relationship as well created even deeper understanding of my ‘mommy problems’. I let her teach me about my body and embrace my femininity.


    I know these two relationships are very different, though they share some very big elements. We’ve got the learning and growth of course, but the knowing that this relationship will break my heart just like she did just in a different way. I’m okay with it. I believe that sacrificing a whole heart for a while when this is done will be worth the experience of having a grounded, real and accepting relationship. Feeling wholly accepted for who I am and how I show up, being truly heard and validated, encouraged to share and experience depth below the surface…I can’t pass that up for anything.

    My heart has been sad for so long taking in cheap connection, both emotionally and physical. I want to breathe in my own skin and have another person be there to witness and support it. I want to experience emotional safety and feel easy to hold. I want all these things more than not wanting the heartbreak that will come from it. I’m willing to take the leap, and I guess we’ll just see how it goes from here.

  • Partnering with my ‘Parts’ [IFS] to Experience True Attachment

    I’ve lived a life being comfortable with emotional malnutrition.

    When my mother texts me asking for a check in on how my life is going, sometimes I do give it to her – feelings and all, only to be met with ‘Good! Xoxo’. No acknowledgement, validation or deeper questioning. That pretty much sums up my experience growing up with both of my parents under the same roof and feeling big feelings live in the moment.

    This type of development has made me really dependent on myself, low maintenance, easily influenced, and surface level in deeper relationships with others. My prior relationship of almost six years ended specifically because I allowed myself to date my parents and coasted on without fully realizing it until repressed anger, resentment, and anxiety bubbled up which blew it all up – for the very best.

    I’ve been experiencing micro-relationships with men since then that have enabled that ‘low maintenance’ vibe of being purely physical and it has been liberating in a lot of ways, but triggering as well. It’s re-opened discomfort in lack of communication and emotional connection for the ability to experiment with these partners.

    Though I wouldn’t change anything about any of it, it’s brought a lot of repressed feelings up to the surface that I am now dealing with head-on. Feelings of not being heard, validated, or valued. The exiles in my parts (Internal Family Systems reference) tells me it’s my fault because I allowed it, that I let my younger self down again by allowing myself to accept more behavior like that especially after exiting a relationship that was perpetuating those patterns as well.

    I took a step back and removed those men from my life, only to be found by someone who is the complete opposite of everyone else – emotionally intelligent and self-aware, courteous, patience, considerate, affirming, asks deeper questions, asks for my likes and dislikes, checks in, is consistent, apologizes and says thank you, etc;

    My ‘Manager’ tells me to make sure I have control over how much I allow to be shared, how vulnerable I can be and maintain distance for the fear that he may let me down once again. She tells me things like “you don’t know this man yet,” “He could change his mind – be prepared for that.” “He might change his mind if you tell him something that makes him uncomfortable.”

    My manager is on high alert even more so because those men I experimented with did all of those things back-to-back and it’s still fresh after a vulnerable break-up. I shared some vulnerable feelings with them, minor ones mind you, and the second a small lick of complexity came about they bailed.

    One guy asked for something sexually that I wasn’t sure how to do – asked him for flexibility and he said I was too complicated. I asked one man to be more considerate of my schedule and to communicate, then he bailed. Another one I told that I felt our sex was one-sided and that I would prefer if he would listen to me when I communicated that I wanted something and actually follow through – he got defensive and bailed.

    So, of course I get to this man and my Manager is adulting me in ways to try and keep me safe. My Firefighters are distracting me in my day-to-day life so I won’t think about him and make me feel even more dependent on him. My Exiles are reminding me that I could get hurt from him even if so far all he is showing is green flags.

    Both my anxious and avoidant attachment styles are coming up to the surface, and on higher defense to ensure that this next dive is as safe as it can possibly be considering where my heart has been recently.

    When I ground into my ‘Core’ self, I feel appreciated and affirmed by him. He tells me that he wants to see me. When he senses a mood shift, he asks about it and validates my feelings. He lets me ask questions and he answers transparently and openly without hesitation. When we have sex he asks what I like and follows through. He checks in unprompted and gives details, stories, and personal information that will let me learn more about him before following up with asking me questions on the same topics.

    As I write all of these things down my Exile can’t help but to say, “those things should always be expected. These are bare minimum traits.” and in turn makes me feel a little shame for allowing myself to not have them sooner – for settling for people who couldn’t give me the basic emotional nutrition that he is providing to me.

    My Core self tells my Exile that it’s okay that I’m just now experiencing it. That experiencing it now and learning from it is better than never at all. That it is not my fault that I’ve slipped into patterns as long as I recognize them now and do what I can to deviate. That my inner child can trust that I’m doing the work to make her feel secure and protected. I’m doing my very best.

    My Manager is there for me when I need her and so is my Firefighter. So long as there is balance between my parts and acknowledging their purpose, I can move forward and learn to experience what this feels like. I can learn that living in lack does not need to be forever and given the opportunity to care for someone who is giving me stable attachment is such a big deal!

    It is okay if I have not experienced it before. It is okay to let myself experience it now and give in to the beautiful feelings that come up from it. It is okay to nourish myself in vulnerability and emotional connection. It is okay if I stumble through it and it’s a little messy. It is okay to give him trust. It is okay to go beyond the surface and let myself feel, emote, share and receive all of these things back.

    It is okay if this doesn’t work out too.

    My Manager might feel scared to lose control for the fear that this nourishment will be short-lived. My Exile might want me to hold on for dear life that I never lose it again, fear that I will mess it up and then I will once again be without it. My Firefighter might want me to distract myself from him so that I can find distance and distraction from my exiles or pull away altogether so that I won’t let him let me down.

    I think for this to really work out and let myself experience this type of emotional connection then I need to balance out my parts and allow myself to think about ways to monitor the mindset of ‘lack’.

    If it doesn’t work out with him there will be others that can give me these needs.

    If it doesn’t work out with him at least I was able to experience something truly positive and affirming for my healing journey.

    If it doesn’t work out with him then I have my Parts to help me navigate through it. I have a support system, therapy and my writing to walk myself through any possible triggers and things I’ve learned or perhaps things that I realized I want to work on or unlearn.

    If it doesn’t work out that is okay. I can catch myself.

    If everything ends up being okay, then I will have experienced very beautiful things. I will have experienced what genuine connection, and vulnerability can feel like in a secure attachment. I will have learned about myself from a different frame of light and heal elements of my inner child. I will know what it is I truly want and need and build a foundation from that to grow upon.

    It’s worth the dive, and I tell my Parts to let me try.

  • Emotional Deprivation: Finding Balance in Connection

    The relationship started off very strong and it lasted a total of five and a half years. It was the most healing of relationships coming from growing up with a lot of emotionally avoidant and one-sided relationships, including those of family and friends. It healed parts of my heart and broke others in a way I didn’t know could be.

    It was safe from expectations and common gender norms of getting married, having babies and any pressures that went along with how we’re conditioned to be in heterosexual relationships. Being with a woman meant I didn’t need to worry about birth control or explaining my body and hormones. This woman in particular didn’t want to have kids or get married; she only talked about buying a condo downtown someday. I knew this about her from day one, and it felt freeing to live that way – not looking for the traditional commitments especially at 24 years old.

    When we initially discussed dating she had a list of non-negotiables, with those points listed. The list kept growing as our relationship continued on and instead of it having that free feeling, I felt trapped into a life that someone only factored themselves into.

    After a long time of ‘going with the flow’ and leaning into most of all her preferences, I started to become angry. When I’d speak up about how I felt, it was a debate. Getting her to go to couples therapy was disheartening, and she tried to use her schedule to de-prioritize that and many other things that mattered to me and I wanted her to be there for.

    The romance dwindled and she joked once that it was because she had me now. The last year of our relationship I started to have even more conversations about how I felt and her solution was to throw money toward ‘date nights’ where we would go out for a fun activity and either not talk, or talk about her work or her family drama. Watching her eyes glaze over after asking me about my day made me both enraged and frozen in disappointment.

    Growing up in an emotionally avoidant household where my family did not talk about feelings and invalidated mental health, I had become very used to swallowing my words. There wasn’t one conversation where my parents apologized for anything, and speaking up for myself was followed with a ‘watch your mouth.’ My dad’s military background enforcing a ‘suck it up’ mentality that only perpetuated the repression of the traumas I began to experience moving around frequently, experiencing loss, and the harm I inflicted upon myself cutting, burning and having unsafe partners. I didn’t feel like a whole person, like I lacked personality, and I wasn’t allowed to ask for what I wanted or needed.

    I realized after quite some time that I was letting her do the same thing to me. She didn’t hear me and instead manipulated situations to her preference. If I didn’t want to do something or changed my mind because my heart wasn’t in it, I would become an inconvenience to her. The times I had brought up my feelings around our intimacy, she would gaslight me into saying that nothing was wrong. Out of the times we’ve been together we had a strong intimate interaction a mere handful of times. The rest of the time she was on a different plane of existence, leaving me alone to figure out how to feel good. I would ask for things in the moment and out of it, and they never would come. I would try to dive deep to understand but was met with surface level responses.

    I was dating my parents and didn’t realize it until it was too late.


    It wasn’t until we had broken up that I moved out that I realized I have been living in a state of deprivation. Deprivation of core needs that the coping mechanisms/firefighters from my nervous system covered up for comfort and familiarity.

    Here I am 4 months later reflecting on everything I have done exclusively for myself since. I stopped wearing sweatpants, smoking pot, watching TV as much, and staying home on the weekends. I began to go out and make connections with new people. I began dancing 2-3 times per week, something I had always wanted to do but didn’t have the motivation or self-esteem to take the leap. I got Lasik and started taking care of my body again. I got back on antidepressants and saw all my doctors to make sure everything was okay – something if I hadn’t done could have led to cervical cancer down the road.

    Then I took a major leap and decided to get to know men again. I had boundaries in place that would make my ‘adventures’ with these men purely physical. An experiment. It worked out pretty well for a while. I had small situationships with five different men (safely and honestly) and was liberated by the attention, affection, and most of all my voice in all of it. I had started to feel liberated in my feminity, and most of all found the joy in sex again which was a very deep emotional realization for me being in the gay community for so long. It sparked pride in me that I’ve truly come a long way since I was in my very early twenties; holding true to my boundaries, asking for what I wanted, and eventually calling these men out.

    I felt like a strong pillar in those moments, standing up for my younger self ten years later. All of those men ended up letting me down in all sorts of different ways than I imagined they would. It seemed the expectations I provided perhaps made them think they didn’t owe me any respect, which eventually triggered a few things for me that I worked through with ease and the help of therapy and my support system.

    Why I am writing this in the first place is because considering everything I’ve been through and where I’m at exploring, I stumbled into something that has triggered something in me that I’m trying to make more tangible, something I can grab, analyze and hopefully learn from.

    Of all the men I’ve experienced these last four months, I haven’t felt a real threat. I always felt in control, minus those triggers. Now I’ve stepped into something entirely different where it does feel threatening – feelings.

    This man is emotionally intelligent, an excellent listener, romantic, considerate, consistent, and perceptive. We’ve been talking for a few weeks and only met up once so far, and I feel feelings. Feelings I agreed I wouldn’t feel. Feelings that are bringing up more triggers and my anxious/avoidant attachment styles to the surface. Mix that with polyamory and a sprinkle of jealousy and wow am I in trouble.

    Living in a state of deprivation and lack for a long time. It can be something you just get used to and you adjust your standards to it. The men these last 5 months were just that. They were hot and we had fun, but everything else was a complete fucking mess. A mess I was fully expecting. This new man is unfortunately so great, that I remembered how malnourished I’ve been.

    It snapped something inside of me – perhaps the anchor that was keeping me grounded in avoidant comfort. This ‘roster’ mentality in the tone of feminine liberation.

    He’s telling me that he likes me, my feelings are valid, asking deeper questions, asking me what I want and giving it to me, giving me consistency and answering every question I have with transparency.

    What’s happening is I’m reacting to in a way that comes from lack. My anxious attachment wants the reassurance. Then when he texts and says something I can’t interpret as busy or lack of interest, my avoidant side comes out and wants to stop texting him altogether. Prove to myself that I don’t care or that he doesn’t affect me.

    It’s as if both are pushing and pulling me simultaneously and I’m stuck in the middle trying to figure out what to do about it.

    I want him. I want continuous attention and affection. That isn’t something I can ask for from him completely considering our situation. When I don’t get it, I want to pull away to protect myself. I don’t believe the problem is the nature of our situation so much is the healing in my heart from regulating my nervous system around giving and receiving emotional connection. If I was more regulated within myself, then I wouldn’t need someone else to fill anything up that I can’t myself.

    So, how do I create this habitat for my heart to live in independently and lovingly?

    I always thought I was pretty independent when in truth my ‘independent spirit’ is a protective barrier around genuine connection. Because I haven’t had a lot of genuine connection, it feels raw to experience it and know how to hold it with balance. Balance of holding myself up and letting another assist when I need it. When it comes down to one or another, I generally over lean into holding myself up even if done in unhealthy ways.

    How do I find the balance between the affection and attention I ask from him and the affection and attention I supply for myself?

    Do I struggle with giving myself that to the degree that I need?

    If so, what’s holding me back from that?

    Is it that I’m not present and intentional enough to be in my body and experience life?

    Is it that with every text, Instagram reel, snapchat photo that my dopamine reservoir is only filled up with him not leaving enough room for my own?

    Maybe that’s been the case these last four months with all these men – allowing them to fill my tank with compliments, sex and short-lived cuddling.

    What can I do for myself to provide more sustainable dopamine and affection that comes only from me (while also managing my ADHD)?

    Is it eating healthy, exercising, reading, writing, walking, laying in the sun, traveling, dancing, etc;? Is it self-talk, affirmations, mantras, meditation? Is it creating reliable, real, platonic friendships? I suppose those would be the ‘whole foods’ of dopamine, versus the ‘fast food’ type that can be received in other ways like leaning into sex too much, alcohol, drugs, impulsive spending, going out all the time, etc;

    Boys have been my main vice recently – sex and the affirmations I receive from them. Before I was dating this last woman, boys didn’t really look my way. I was quiet, guarded, insecure, and didn’t know how to express myself with my appearance. I never spoke up for myself and asked for what I wanted. This left me with guys who preyed on that and saw it as an opportunity to get what they wanted no questions asked. I was so lost and deprived from genuine connection that I did all I could to lean into it and find it with these men. More than once I walked away with tears in my eyes, but I kept doing it – searching and hoping.

    So, meeting this person who feels secure – it fucks with me. I want it, but don’t know how to hold it. If I do hold it, how do I determine when to let it go or give myself space without it. I feel I know the answer is to hold myself equally if not more, but it feels so hard.

  • The Dynamics of Jealousy in Non-Monogamous Relationships

    Me being on a sexually explorative journey these last now four months, I’ve now found myself exploring polyamory with a man (let’s call him Seth) I met just two or so weeks ago.

    He’s married and has a kid. His wife has a long-term boyfriend that seth has never met before. His wife would never meet me as per the arrangement, nor hear about anything sexual that happens between him and I and vice versa.

    The context is that they got married for the baby that they had shortly after just starting to date. Later they found out that they weren’t completely compatible which opened up their marriage into ‘Ethical Non-Monogamy’ or ENM for short. A term I had never heard before I swiped right on his Hinge profile.

    The first time we met, Seth and I, we discussed all sorts of deep topics one of which being his jealousy. He told me that he still struggled with it, regarding his wife going out and dating this other guy even though he’s still completely supportive of it.

    It started to really make me feel about my own patterns of jealousy, but now a few weeks later I’m starting to experience some.

    I felt it when he told me that him and his wife were going to watch some TV together one night. Another time when he told me he massages her to sleep most night.

    It’s not that I’m jealous that he has her, but I think more that, that was something I used to have a long time ago and feel deprived of now. Seth has been checking every single box of mine since I met him, so the emotional connection has been connecting. Between that and the jealousy it was hard to pinpoint what exactly was going on beneath the surface since my initial intentions were to be more casual.

    I’m starting to believe that Seth is so great that I’m creating an anxious attachment from the realization that I have been lacking this type of intimacy for a long while now. It’s like overcompensating for the relationship I just got out of 5 months ago – I have a taste of something genuine, safe and intimate and now I’m addicted to it, or so that’s how I think I feel.

    With the other guys I’ve been with these last 4 months, I didn’t have this issue at all. Maybe a little bit with one guy because he made feel some type of way with our PDA and physical touch that it sparked up something in me that wanted that connection more – it let to a small emotional tether that was then snapped off because he wasn’t in a good space.

    I have had these boundaries though. I was only searching for casual, fun and enlightening as it relates to learning more about my body and preferences. Then I meet Seth who is emotionally intelligent, smart, caring, considerate, and of course sexy. He texts me every day and considers my feelings each time regardless of what we’re talking about. He asks me questions and is attentive. He’s strong and feels safe. He’s present and hears me when I talk.

    These are all things that weren’t present in the last year of my prior relationship. I grew avoidant, smoked lots of pot, acted impulsively, didn’t take care of my body or mind, and slept a lot. I wore sweatpants everywhere.

    Getting out of that relationship was one battle won but now interpreting how my heart and mind repair and act when given those needs once deprived feels accessible… it’s eye-opening and scary like I’m a little bit out of control.

    Why? Because I feel I am developing an anxious attachment out of prolonged feelings of lack. Maybe the ‘lack’ is what I need to work on to walk through this. Maybe it’s finding his qualities in friendships so that I can diversify it, not holding it so heavy with one person – as it should be.

    I don’t really know what I’m doing or how all of this will pan out – the relationship and my mental health – but I’m excited to try and be vulnerable doing it.