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That Hard, Bizarre Thing #25a: “5 Reasons Why #1 – Unconsciously Repeating Toxic Patterns”

by Angela September 11, 2023

(NOTE: Written about an experience in the past, does NOT reflect the present.)

If you are perplexed as to why we even wanted Girl around so much, I assure you, we were equally perplexed. We continued to be perplexed long after the experience, spending many hours late at night trying to figure out what had happened, and why. It took the better part of a year, tremendous personal growth, meetings with our therapist, shadow work, and meditation epiphanies for us to figure it out. Kind of.

Also, I am not here to speak at length about Girlfriend’s personal reasons for being obsessed with Girl. While I understand them, they are hers to discuss. I will, however, talk about Girlfriend’s reasons that overlap with my own.

Reason #1: Unconsciously Repeating Toxic Patterns

Girlfriend and I had very different upbringings, but we do share patterns of seeking relationships that hurt. For our own reasons, we are comfortable in chaos. Comfortable with worthlessness, instability, mistreatment, etc.

I grew up under the umbrella of rigid religion with a God who was ruthless, petty, terrified, conditional, cruel, self-centered, and obsessed with rules. While others claimed God felt like love, I didn’t understand, because to me God was a prison. And, for the most part, this is the kind of love I sought. Men who were controlling, jealous, narcissistic, and sources of great pain. Wounded men who did not love themselves, so had zero concept of how to love another person. Men who could validate how worthless I already felt while inspiring my most glorious displays of codependency. (I will insert that I did have one very nice boyfriend, he was an anomaly).

When Girlfriend and I first met, I suspect we were both unconsciously seeking our patterns. I thought she could be my next narcissist, and she thought I could be her next heart-breaking, hide-her straight girl. And our relationship was… rough from the get-go. Passionate, volatile, all over the place. But over the years we learned, healed, changed, and grew more stable. However, neither of us understood how to function in a stable relationship. So when we encountered Girl, I think we knew she could inject the incredible chaos and instability we were so accustomed to. 

And WOW did having Girl around deliver. Parts of us were addicted to the volatility of the experience, it felt like home, the heart-pumping chaos, the blood-boiling injustice, the infuriating inconsistencies, the seething desperation, the decimated trust, the vast uncertainty filling every moment of every day. We were not aware of it at the time, but it makes so much sense now. Our unhealed wounds craved familiarity, and Girl’s presence made our relationship familiar. I could seem controlling and irrational. Girlfriend could seem like an asshole. I could seem like I was going to duck and run. Girlfriend could seem like a narcissist. We both felt like we could break each other’s heart at any moment. And there was the pain of Girl herself, who was not easy to deal with. A shitshow all around.

It sounds like something we should have run from. And yes, we would not touch this kind of situation with a ten-foot pole NOW (or, at least, I hope we’d recognize it sooner and exit immediately). But back then? We didn’t know. We were not aware of how deep our wounds were. We were not aware of trying to recreate toxicity. We were not aware of what we were doing. We just knew that something inside of both of us wanted Girl in our lives SO BADLY it was almost impossible to let her go. She brought all the familiar pain.

September 11, 2023 0 comment
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That Hard, Bizarre Thing #24: “Moment of Clarity”

by Angela September 8, 2023

(NOTE: Inspired by a journal about past events, does NOT reflect the present.)

An epiphany I had while very sick, and attempting to boost my immune system by lying down on the grass and dirt in the middle of the backyard. Yes, all the neighbors were like “What the?”

To Girlfriend:

I see it now.
I see it clear as day.
I think Girl is acting like my friend because I am yours.
And that is the only reason.
And Girl is not even doing a good job.

I think the truth of it is:
Girl does not care if she hurts me.
Girl is more than willing to hurt me.
Girl is eager to hurt me.

I do not matter
because Girl wants what she wants,
and there is nothing more to expect from her 
than this.

And the pain is holding what I think I know,
but seeing you want to give her everything,
wanting to spend a lifetime with her,
this girl who seemingly wishes 
I did not exist.
Perhaps wishes
you were alone.
and I know it,
and she knows it, 
and I feel like you know it, too.

That is why the Universe gave me perplexing feelings for her,
that is why the Universe draws me to her.
So I do not hate her.
So I do not despise her.
So I do not pluck her from our lives.
So I do not hurt her
the way she seems ready to hurt me.

September 8, 2023 0 comment
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That Hard, Bizarre Thing #22 of 45: “Heroin-Flavored Lollipop”

by Angela September 4, 2023

(NOTE: Written about an experience in the past, does NOT reflect the present.)

So it may appear like Girlfriend was getting all of the goodies while I was losing the goodies I thought I had. 

BUT, it takes two to tango, so let’s take a peek at Girlfriend’s possible perspective.

Imagine Girlfriend has laid her eyes upon the most loveliest, most intriguing, most delectable, most coolest lollipop in all the land. And she was like “Oh my gosh babe, this lollipop is AMAZING, can I hang out with it?” to which I replied “Yes, you absolutely can hang out with it. Have a great time. Forge deep bonds. It looks delicious. You have my wholehearted blessing.”

Then, as time goes on, I realize I don’t like how much time Girlfriend spends with Lollipop, I don’t like how attached she’s becoming to Lollipop, I don’t like the whole house being sticky or that she always smells like strawberries.

BUT, I am deeply lacking in self-worth, rather codependent and people-pleaser-y plus fawn-y, and under the impression that Girlfriend is way better than me, way hotter than me, and is doing me massive favors by being with me, a dowdy, used up mother of three. I think she is the good-est looking, most badass creature in the entire world, and I cannot live without her, and so I try to be cool about it so she does not leave me. I try to be cool by arranging for them to hang out and encouraging their alone-time and saying super awesome things like “Lollipop can come over anytime!” and “Let’s definitely drop all of our plans for Lollipop at any moment!” and “Let’s buy Lollipop gifts!” and “Yeah, I guess I could tolerate Lollipop possibly living in our house someday.” 

However, in between all of the cool things, I am falling apart. I am having a fit in the garage. I am running to the corner of the street and crying under a big tree. I am beating our mattress with a guava stick. I am sitting on giant rocks in a preschool yard at 2am, shaking my fist at the stars. I am recording pissed-off videos. I am clearly not okay.

But then I force myself to be fine. I gather myself up, remember I am supposed to be perfect, and go back to saying mature-as-shit things like, “Why don’t you spend time with Lollipop while I grocery shop?” and “Let’s take Lollipop food on our date day!” and “Let’s help Lollipop have more money than we do!”

And then, of course, the falling apart in between. 

So you can see how it could be confusing.

NOW, imagine Lollipop is, uh, heroin-flavored. Or whatever the most addictive drug is. (This is not real, no one did any hard drugs, we have no idea what heroin tastes like). And so when I get to the point of “I am losing my shit, I cannot do this anymore, I don’t want to be around Lollipop,” Girlfriend does not seem to be able to stop. She can’t lose Lollipop now. I can’t tell her she can have Heroin Lollipop, encourage her to be addicted to heroin Lollipop, then tell her she needs to throw heroin Lollipop in the garbage and not have any heroin Lollipops ever again. That is not nice.

PLUS, even though I voiced my displeasure, I also repeatedly wavered and backtracked because I also have a weird addiction to Heroin Lollipop and find myself constantly taking back my words, apologizing, saying it was all my fault, and inviting Lollipop over. Even though it kind of seems like Lollipop is trying to steal my partner and screw up my life, I so desperately want Lollipop still in it.

And if I, the cast-out one feeling ignored and run over, still wants Lollipop around… Can you imagine how Girlfriend must have felt as the one Lollipop appeared to actually be obsessed with?

I hope this was helpful.

(NOTE: If you are all wondering WHY we were ever so attached to her, I will attempt to explain this in a later post)

September 4, 2023 0 comment
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That Hard, Bizarre Thing #21: “Go On Your Dumb Hike”

by Angela September 1, 2023

(NOTE: Written about an experience in the past, does NOT reflect the present.)

To Girlfriend

Girl seems to want to spend time alone with you. She claims she wants alone time with each of us, but you are the one she is suggesting the super-long-out-in-nowhere hike to. My texts are empty. As usual. You are so drugged under her spell you don’t seem to see it, what she is doing. Though maybe it’s not that you don’t see it, it’s that you refuse to admit it.

I see it. It feels like Girl is trying to separate us, trying to get you isolated, trying to remove me from the picture. I suspect she is plying you with words you want to hear, claiming to care about me, claiming to care about BOTH of us. I don’t think I am important to Girl, I don’t think she gives a shit about me. I suspect this woman will run me over if it gets her to you faster, and it feels like you are letting her. 

What do I feel? 

Love and hatred butting heads, the call to shut down, the call to spiral into a rage and let my base emotions fly unfiltered.

I want to declare “FUCK YOU BOTH and crush everything you each hold dear.

I want to erase the past five years with a pocketknife, to scratch out every memory we ever made.

I want to hold you still and scream “YOU ARE CAUSING ME PAIN EVERY FUCKING MOMENT OF THE GOD DAMNED DAY YOU SELFISH ASSHOLE!!!”

But why?

Do I even have reason to feel this way?

Nothing is actually “happening,” you both say you are “just friends.”

And everytime you say that it makes me want to scream.

Because I feel you trying to make plans without me, trying to spend time without me, texting without me, talking without me, hours and hours and hours practically every single day, and everything feels like the two of you shining with your connection and me fading into the void.

September 1, 2023 0 comment
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That Hard, Bizarre Thing #20: “I Will Live”

by Angela August 30, 2023

(NOTE: Written about an experience in the past, does NOT reflect the present.)

To Girlfriend

Last night I fell apart 

because I saw a map of your new world

and she was in the center.

It took me hours

just to find my name.

We stopped sleeping with our phones a year ago, choosing to not slumber in pure EMF soup, but now your phone is missing from its overnight cushion. I know where it is. It is in your hand, or beside you, or glowing somewhere near your head, EMF-ing your brain, just so you do not miss a single text from her. 

It seems your whole day and mood are determined by Girl’s actions. And it makes me angry, watching you in the palm of her hand. It makes me angry, seeing you seemingly controlled and manipulated. I am angry at her. I am angry at you. I am angry at me for being angry. I am angry at me for still being here.

So I focus on the kids, I talk with them, I laugh with them, I find a little joy, I find myself again for a minute, outside of you. I find space, and in the space a little peace. 

It is what it is, and exactly how it should be, and I am searching for how I can be happy right now with life just as it is? And there it is. Calm.

I fear the imminent return of sadness, the return of pain, but I do not want to live from fear. I want to live from love. And I know pain is temporary, I know I am strong enough for this, I know I can do this, whatever this is. I am a Warrior Queen, and I will live.

August 30, 2023 0 comment
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That Hard, Bizarre Thing #19: “The Real Reason is Fear”

by Angela August 28, 2023

(NOTE: Written about an experience in the past, does NOT reflect the present.)

To Girlfriend, here are two fear-based reasons I persist in this experience.

REASON #1:

You say you may not be capable of monogamy, and maybe the reason why we are in this, why I agree to this, why I push for this, is because I am afraid I am not capable of monogamy either.

I have, after all, a stunning track record of cheating on almost every partner I have ever had. So how can I be monogamous if I am so dreadful at it? 

So I tell myself I can do this, because someday I may need you to do this for me. 

I tell myself I want you to be happy, because someday I may need you to want for me to be happy in this same way.

I want to know that if I accidentally fall in love with someone else, you will still love me. Because I still loved you.

REASON #2:

I am lovable because of what I do.

The more I do, the more special I am. The more special I am, the more you will love me.

I have to always make sure I am doing more than you, significantly more, because then I am extra special and how can you leave someone who is extra special?

What if I cook all of your food? Special.

What if I wash and fold your laundry even though you tell me not to? Special.

What if I paint rooms in the house all by myself, order new furniture all by myself, assemble the furniture all by myself, and make the house ten times nicer all by myself, declining your offers to help? Special.

What if I write brilliantly and people love my words? Special.

What if I learn your arts and dive into them as deeply as you? Special.

But there are others who can do more than me. So am I not as special as they are? Could you leave me for someone who does even more? Someone more special? 

Well then. What if… What if I let you fall in love with other people? What if I can be okay with you sleeping with other people? What if I can be so mature and so sophisticated and so contemporary and so damn cool you can go on dates and stay the night at another girl’s place and come home to me and I am not only fine, I am happy for you? 

Super. Fucking. Special.

And how could you ever leave?

August 28, 2023 0 comment
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That Hard, Bizarre Thing #18 of 45: “I Am Replaceable”

by Angela August 25, 2023

(NOTE: Inspired by a journal about past events, does NOT reflect the present.)

Oh this life. I was her artist, and now there is a new artist. I am stripped of identity, of hiding behind skills and abilities, of every shallow reason I am worthy. I am worthy because I cook, I am worthy because I dance, I am worthy because I write, I am worthy because I can put a shelf together, I am worthy because I am smart. Now my skills feel meaningless as Girlfriend and Girl watch each other in open-mouthed awe, and I am reduced to nothing. I think nothing is exactly where I am supposed to be, but it is terrifying.

I want to read all of Girlfriend’s texts. I want to pore through her journals and scrape my heart with sharp evidence of their love. I want to hear every word they say. I want to throw dignity out the window in search of certainty and comfort, in search of a reprieve from the ripping open, soul-rending pain.  But no. Let go. Stop asking. Let go. Dare to trust Girlfriend. Can I dare to trust her and believe what she says? That she loves me more and more? That she is not going anywhere? That I am her baby? That I am her queen? That I am number one? Do I dare believe this?

And can I believe in my own desirability, in my own worth, in my own place in this relationship, in this life? Can I see I am beautiful, that I am worthy not because I am standing by Girlfriend’s side, but because I am always fucking worthy? Can I believe our relationship is equal, that I am just as attractive, just as intriguing, just as skilled, just as glorious as she is? For so long I have put my identity into Girlfriend, into her appearance, her abilities, hiding behind her, and now this is gone. I am not just a mother who somehow tricked her into falling in love with me, just an aging woman whose prime is past. I am goddess fire, I am love incarnate, I am walking galactic royalty, I am Queen.

Spirit says: “Forge on, dear Queen. And you will see. You will see, Rejoice in this moment, in this discomfort, find solace here for the waters you are crossing may be dark and murky, the winds may whip you to and fro, the waves may seem threatening and ominous, but you. You are meant for this journey, meant to navigate these seas, they are for you. And the land that is waiting? Oh, so sweet. The land that is waiting? Oh, so precious, grapes and honey and bliss beyond all imagination. Where you are going is beyond all of your wildest dreams, so have faith, sit in trust, breathe in and out of this journey, this portal, this moving through. Let it break you open. Let it break you free so you can fly.” 

“Let go. Let go and trust. TRUST. TRUST. TRUST that you will be unshakeable, that all you have been wishing for is rushing toward you, that all will be well and more than well, it will be sublime, it will be heaven on Earth, it will be destiny and fiery truth and golden flame and sacred magic. Trust. Trust this. Follow the path, heed the signs, listen to your intuition, allow yourself to become all that you are, dear soul, it is coming. It is coming, and it will be grand. Beauty beyond anything you have ever seen.”

I do not need to insert myself. I do not need to include myself. I do not need to clutch at a role no one is interested in giving me. I do not need to behave in a way that convinces me I am part of a trio instead of a straggler clinging to a duet. I only need to surrender and let myself be broken open, let myself flounder in the deep and know I will not drown, know I am being set free, know I will learn to fly.

August 25, 2023 0 comment
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That Hard, Bizarre Thing #17: “What Do I Want?”

by Angela August 23, 2023

(NOTE: Inspired by a journal about past events, does NOT reflect the present.)

It feels like falling to pieces. It feels like heartbreak after a relationship, but Girlfriend is still here and not going anywhere. It feels like everything is different, surreal, empty, fakes of what used to be real. It feels like an ending, but nothing is ending. It feels like horrendous, cataclysmic pain, but because of what? Sharing?  Not being the only one in my love’s heart? Letting her be with other people? Good God, this is why everyone says affairs are the worst, this is how I wrung out other’s hearts. This is why non-monogamy is so judged and belittled, this is why. Because it fucking hurts. 

I want revenge, I want to fall for someone so Girlfriend feels it, so she knows this torture.

But I don’t really want that. I want her to be happy. I want her to be free to express and love and feel, and I also want to disappear, but I also feel like I do not have a choice. That she will not stay if she is not free. That someday, maybe, I will want to be free. This is the only way.

It was fun until it became real, and now reality weighs heavy like an anchor dragging me to the bottom of the sea. Just the idea of them doing all the things I used to think were reserved just for me, how? How do I do this? How do I be okay? With this swiftness, with this avalanche that feels so incredibly unjust and so incredibly unfair while also acutely self-inflicted, how? HOW?!!

CHOOSE. Choose. How do you want this, Angela? How do you want this to be? How do you want this to feel? How do you want this experience to unfold, how do you want to transcend? What do you want to become? 

I want…

I want to feel happy because Girlfriend is happy. I want my love to be so beautiful, so unlimited that it can expand to fit any situation. I want to love Girl as a part of our family, I want to love Girlfriend more than ever before. I want to look at her and feel joy, I want to be next to her and feel peace, I want to watch her with the children and feel the intense gratitude I felt only days ago, I want to see how gorgeous she is and be just as proud and just as utterly enchanted as I was this past Sunday.

I want to feel the way we were but even better. Even more. I want to share, to know she is my primary, to know that I am hers, to rest in this and feel assured. I want to feel seen and heard and loved, I want to love more beautifully than the world has ever seen, I want peace. I want to be the Queen that touches everyone she meets, that shines with the warmth of the sun, that radiates strength, beauty, grace, and love everywhere she goes. I want to be all I am meant to be. 

That is what I want for all of us together. So pretty, yes?

(NOTE: It is pretty, because it was a fantasy. A fantastical, not-at-all-rooted-in-reality idea of what I could be. Of what we all could be.)

August 23, 2023 0 comment
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That Hard, Bizarre Thing #16 of 45: “Begging My Love to Keep Loving Girl ”

by Angela August 21, 2023

(NOTE: Written about an experience in the past, does NOT reflect the present.)

My history is dotted (or smeared, maybe flooded) with self-destructive behavior. Telling ill-conceived lies that cannot help but bite me in the ass, chasing unavailable and not-nice people, running up loads of credit card debt, eating tremendous amounts of ice cream despite being severely allergic to dairy.

The seriousness varies.

But this tendency to be my own worst enemy may explain why, when Girlfriend wanted to stop the whole experiment, I asked her to keep going. Nay, I BEGGED her to keep going. Pleaded with her to stay in it. 

To Girlfriend

I know Girl only likes you
I know I am terrified of losing you
I know you two have a special connection
I know you want Girl woven into our life 
I know I can do this

And when you feel down, overwhelmed by the stress of it all, by the stress of Girl and the stress of me, you decide to bow out. You decide it is too much, these feelings are not what you want, you do not want to see her or talk to her anymore. And ahhhh, I know you cannot do this. It is not time for the end.

So I passionately attempt to convince you to stay, because I know this is the course, the tarot said so, the guides said so, the Universe said so, but also because I am not ready to lose Girl, for reasons I do not yet understand, and I know if you bow out she is gone. Because you are the reason she is here. I am not ready for this adventure to end. I am not ready to give up the inexplicable addiction I have for her. I am not ready for the chaos to disappear.

You tell me I can have her, and that makes me so angry because I cannot, because I know she does not have the feelings for me she has for you. I know I am nothing in this.

So I tell Girl, good little enabler and desperate-to-keep-her-around whatever that I am, I tell her you are shutting down and saying you are done, and of course she comes rushing over to make sure you do no such thing. And you two are sitting in the garage under the little lights, and I am inside listening to Throne on repeat, trying to drown your existences out, trying to tell myself I did a good thing, but really kicking myself, trying to figure out why I love twisting knives into my own gut. I even drove Girl here, knowing full well she had me drive so she could ask you to drive her back. Alone-car-time. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Again, the FUCK, Angela.

Days and weeks after this night I will ask myself why I fought for such a dreadful experience. Why didn’t I just let it go? But I also don’t think it was ever going to end there. I don’t think I actually had any control. I don’t think any of us had any control. 

I know I want to shut down and shield myself from you
I know I cannot.
I know I must leave it all alone, that I cannot ask for anything.
I know this is all for a reason.
I know
I know
I know
I know nothing at all.
I know I need to pay more attention to my life?
I know this feels like the hardest thing I have intentionally done.
Let it be
Let it be
Let it be.
Let the walls tumble and the stones fall.
Let it rip me open and leave me raw.
Let it burn my demons to the ground.
Let it be.

(NOTE: I must mention that while I persisted in spite of pain, Girlfriend was also persisting. Spirit guided her to remain open, to show Girl unconditional love, to not abandon her. Just as spirit showed ME this was the way, it showed Girlfriend as well. So we were both in this thing, this unpleasant thing, trying our darndest to follow our intuition, to follow the Universe, to be open to discomfort, to be wide open to it all.)

August 21, 2023 0 comment
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That Hard, Bizarre Thing #15 of 45: “Armor Guy”

by Angela August 18, 2023

(NOTE: Inspired by a journal about past events, does NOT reflect the present.)

To Girlfriend

Now that everything is good, now that Girl supposedly likes me too, you retreat?

How is it that NOW you are in your armor?

How is that NOW you are closed off, and she and I are left talking awkwardly while glancing at your silent self?

How come you get to be uncomfortable and have feelings? I thought I owned the victim role, I thought I had the monopoly of bad feelings, I thought, of the two of us, I retained the pity-party corner of this experience. Because I am no one’s new love. 

And also, I feel it and I see it. Her concern wrapped around you, her consciousness noting every little thing you are doing and not doing. I feel her eyes looking past me, locked onto you.

I want to believe she likes both of us, that she meant what she said. But it feels wildly untrue, everything in me is screaming it is not true. She does not respond to me the way she responds to you, she does not look at me the way she looks at you, she can talk to you for hours while she and I seem incapable of talking to each other for minutes, and I am pissed that you are standing there feeling whatever sadness or pain you are feeling when I feel like you have everything I want.

But Spirit reminds me:

“Trust the Universe,
Flow,
Surrender,
Let go.
Trust the bliss that is waiting on the other side.
Trust that you are forging gold.
Trust and do not be afraid,
This is for all of you.
Breathe and sleep.
Sleep and trust.
Sleep and know the Universe is conspiring to give you everything you want.
Trust it will be exactly as it needs to be.”

(NOTE: This evening was hard for me, but it was hard for Girlfriend, too. Fearing losing Girl, fearing losing me, caught in the middle, wishing it could be the three of us somehow in bliss and harmony but seeing that Girl and I do not click, yet hoping it could work out.

For so long I looked back on this memory just pissed at Girlfriend, thinking she had no right to shut down, no right to be a party pooper, but she had every right. Every right to feel her feelings, to be as scared as I was, to be as confused and lost and unsure as I was. I was just so jealous Girlfriend seemed to have what I wanted, but in the end, I am very grateful our roles were what they were. I am SO glad they were not switched. So glad I was not the one getting attention, because that came at a mighty cost.)

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