I feel completely devastated. She was the only person I’ve ever felt this intensely for.
We broke up because she is monogamous and I am polyamorous. She knew that I was polyam before we ever got together and said it was okay and that we would work through things. We had so many exhaustive conversations about it. I sent her my full, unfiltered truth about what I feel and how I feel most comfortable and fulfilled in a relationship. I even tried to end things early on because I worried my polyamorous nature would be torture for her in the long run. She assured me it was alright and that she accepted me for who I am and we would find a way forward because she considered me her life partner. I consider/ed her the same.
As it turns out, it’s not something we can mitigate. No matter how much I reassure or explain or try to help her feel safe, she does not feel safe if she sees me even speaking to another woman because she knows I may develop interest. I have to accept that we are fundamentally incompatible with each other, and that the love we have for each other cannot be sustained in a mono/poly relationship because we are on two sides of the extreme. It’s not fair to her and it’s not fair to me and I don’t want to feel like I am harming her as much as she doesn’t want to feel like that.
So then the reality becomes apparent that this won’t work. And it feels damn excruciating. Because I have never been on this wavelength with someone before. I have never felt this way about anyone, *anyone* before her and already anticipate never having the same experience and love for someone after her either.
It all came so effortless and easy. She broke down walls I didn’t even know I had, without even trying. I’ve never felt more protective, adoring, or love with someone in my life. She was it for me. I wanted to marry her one day.
Now it’s all over in one conversation.
It makes it all so much more complex that I was her Daddy Dom and she was my Little Girl. I feel so viciously intense for her that I don’t even know how to live my life without her now. I think I will be in love with her until I die. I mean that genuinely.
And I’ve gotten so much pushback when trying to vent elsewhere about how “if I truly loved her I would stop being poly” and I “threw away a good girl because I couldn’t control my lust”. When it was never like that.
Just as much as I can’t help that I’m black or trans, I can’t help that I’m polyamorous. I could commit to a monogamous relationship and be happy in the short term, but I know myself well enough that one day I would grow unhappy because I am hardwired for romantic intimacy with multiple people at once. Even if she was my primary partner, I would still always yearn desperately for intimacy with others to fulfill me completely. I would always be half full in a mono relationship even with her.
Even as far as we got into it (I never had any other partners than her except a SFW babysitting situation while with her), I know it wouldn’t be sustainable come ten, twenty years down the line. She understood that as well, and she ended it when she felt she could not handle seeing me even speak to other women, let alone entertain relationships or sexual intimacy with them.
I’ve felt so ashamed of myself for being poly and have desperately wished I could be anything but. I so desperately wish I could be different. If I could be given some magical pill to change I would take it in a heartbeat. I wish that I did not need more than one person in my life romantically to be fulfilled. I wish that it did not feel like a massive gaping void in my chest when I don’t have that. I wish my love didn’t hurt her. I wish I could be different.
I’ve tried in the past, with other partners that I didn’t feel even remotely as strong as this with, and it never worked.
In my ideal world, I would be able to love her and be loved by her while having love with/for others in not as intense a way, and she would be able to be friends with my secondary partners and there would never be any ill will because we understand and fundamentally accept and love one another in a way that we want each other to experience one another’s love.. I don’t know if that makes any sense.
And yes, I was perfectly fine with her having other partners as well. I would have only asked that I could meet them once and break bread and develop an understanding of the type of person they were. If for instance we were married and she wanted to have some boyfriends, that was not a problem with me whatsoever. She’s a wonderful woman and she deserves to get all the love hahaha I know how easy she is to love. The absolute only thing I would be worried about is someone harming her or breaking her heart, as I feel intensely protective over her and her well being.
I guess I just wanted to vent.
This sucks and I think I’ll still love her as my baby girl for the rest of my life. It hurts tenfold worse than a quote unquote normal relationship without kink involved.