and there are so many what ifs swimming in my head.
Sometimes an open relationship makes me think (and I probably shouldn’t think about things that haven’t happened but I can’t help it):
What if I end up being attracted to a woman? What then?
GF has maintained that as long as we’re together, the only woman she will be attracted to is me. But this could change, depending on the person…right?
What the fuck if I meet someone and what we end up having is so *&♥^∞%!!! that I rethink open relationship and end it?…What if she does?
Of course there’s no need to seriously dialogue hypothetical musings but the second we agreed to open relationship, these what ifs enter my mind.
In Realityland, we just need to communicate the hell out of communication.
And I’m constantly amazed at how every crevice of my preconceived notions of sexual identity and definitions of romantic relationships have changed. When BF turned GF a frighteningly beautiful thing happened: the traditional notion of expectations were flung far and wide out the window.
Here’s what we expect now: raw honesty.
Which can be a lot because honesty when adjusting to an open relationship can hurt and definitely has uncomfortable as fuck moments but it’s the only way to sincerely try to make it work.
So I haiku because sometimes a 5-7-5 is the best way to process.
Matters of the heart,
Truth: anything can happen.
sometimes scared as fuck.
Is it too much? More than I can handle?
On the one hand, yeah, it’s a lot. I ask questions and sometimes feel insecure in ways that most people choose not to in a committed relationship. Hell, some would say the whole point of monogamy is to eliminate a certain insecurity.
But then again, insecurity strikes any relationship, monogamous or not.
And aren’t levels of honesty and acceptance of said honesty the ultimate make-it-or-break-it factor in any significant relationship?
You’re honest or you’re not. Any relationship could end at any moment. I guess in mine there’s simply no room for hiding/repressing/suppressing; being with GF makes me deal with a lot of what ifs head-on. Between her transition, an international move and an open relationship my comfort zone lies in what was uncomfortable.
So my previous discomfort is now oddly homey.