I smoke cigarettes and I don’t eat and I lament. I started smoking again because in a strange way it is something I can control, a decision I made, in a life that feels out of control. It is the last night before my mother comes into town and my fiancé is not home, is late, from work. For every sound of a car, the dog goes to the gate, expecting it to be him.
It is too hot to sit outside, but I sit outside anyway because I can smoke.
Today I told Fiancé I hated him-very politely-because he “likes” someone else. (See previous post: “I lost a piece of him”).
He is the only person I know to take that in stride.
Today I thought about breaking up with him,
Today he got scared. That I would leave him.
We talk and we talk and we talk and we come to no conclusions. Neither side wants to give up anything, so we are at an impasse.
Therefore, I shove my feelings deep down inside and hope they will go away.
This creates a river of distance between us, with everything in between poisoned.
I read Lena Dunham’s book “Not That Kind of Girl” and feel that we have similar writing voice. Or, maybe, I just hope we do. I can relate to it because I have fucked a lot of guys I wish I hadn’t and because I have dated a lot of jerks. This seems to be what the book is about so far, that, and being raped. Which I don’t feel I can relate to, but I know that every other girl I know can. Maybe I have just been too slutty in the past, I think. I do like sex and lots of it, and also (In the past) with lots of people. Now, however, I do not think I can even date someone else besides fiancé, even if he can. I message the OKC guy I am talking to (the main one) and tell him “I am not built for poly, but would love to be friends.” And that I am shutting down my profile for this reason, but give him my phone number in case he wants to contact me. He doesn’t. So far. This is too bad, I think. He was a nice guy.
Fiancé keeps bringing up Bladerunner (the original, as the sequel isn’t out until October), and the scene where Rachel makes a comment about someone (maybe Decker) having a picture of another woman hanging on the wall, “That’s not right,” she says, “She should be enough for him.” Fiancé comments about how “dated” this ideology is and I partially agree with this. I mean, I don’’t want to be someone’s whole world in which they have no one or nothing else, but I also think my love should be enough for him. Poly theory has never spoken to me in the way it has to him, the idea that love is infinite and you shouldn’t just have to love one person romantically. I disagree in the sense that something is lost, a specialness, when you romantically love more than one person. Not that fiancé loves the other girl, but you get my point.
I go to the psychiatrist and she seem to rely on my own self-knowledge, so I prescribe to up my Wellbutrin to 450 mg, which I think is the max dose. And to see her again in a month. We were supposed to be lowering the meds today, as planned previously, in preparation for me to try to get pregnant. But I do not have a job, or money, therefore, no trying to get pregnant yet. The idea of having a child feels so far away from me, now.