Am I the Rotten Apple?

The relationship I was in for sometime has changed.

Drastically. A total remodel or I should say de-model.

This was M/s and it was poly. It didn’t start off poly – yes you can see where this is going.

I was miserable in poly. Really miserable and I did it all with a smile on my face.
I thought he was amazing. Perfect for me. Of course, no one is perfect. That was my first mistake. I built up the person I would belong to into this godlike being. I didn’t jump into a relationship after finding M/s. I waited, I was sensible and then I fell in love with a very human man. As he should be. It was unrealistic of me to put so much pressure on him to be anything but human and fallible. That was my mistake, not his. I had to reassess what the relationship I was in was going to be and what was possible. My fantasies had to become realities and I think I did that rather well. I enjoyed it. I enjoyed him and us and what we were creating.

Then along came Emily. The other slave. The poly. I feel nauseous typing this but I feel that writing about this will help me put it into perspective and look at my responsibility for what happened and see where I can change.

Emily and I became friends. Great friends. I would say she was my best friend. We clicked as women sometimes do and it was fun. We got each other’s sense of humor. We had a language of our own. We shared a similar history. He saw this and he liked this relationship we had, he encouraged it. He encouraged it so much that he invited Emily into our relationship as another slave. He did that without talking to me about it. I heard you gasp. I saw your image of him instantly change. You’re not alone. So did mine.

He thought that because Emily and I were so close, we could all be close together.
We had talked about poly in the future. It might be ok, I said. It could work, I guess. I didn’t want it now. I wasn’t ready for it now. Suddenly I was in it. I remember the conversation very clearly and I remember going away and crying as I have never cried before. My throat was tight and it was hard to swallow. My stomach was rolling and a ball swelled inside it. These are the symptoms of a broken heart. I loved him. I adored him. I -yes, it’s a clique- but I worshipped him. We had a full power exchange relationship and I was dependent on him. He crushed me.

I loved Emily but I didn’t want to share my Master with her. I didn’t want to live with her.

Emily has issues. That’s not Emily’s fault. She had a crap life. On a scale of crap lives, Emily’s rates down on the bottom of the crapper. She has a serious mental issue due to this crap childhood. There was substance abuse, there was homelessness, but Emily had managed to pull herself up and build a life around herself and I admired her for it. She was strong and hadn’t lost her kindness and sweetness. But those issues she had/has can’t be denied. They exist and they take management. For those around her, supporting her, that can be exhausting.

Of course, she needed to be treated in a particular way to accommodate those issues and kudos to him for being willing to take all that on, but it changed our lives in a radical way and he didn’t ask me. He didn’t ask me if I wanted to be Emily’s carer and I became Emily’s carer. I became a mother, older sister, councillor and I resented it. What did I get in return? Less sleep, more work, less him. Much less him. No support for myself in what I was doing for Emily. I hate this new arrangement and I was angry and sad.

So why didn’t I talk to him about it? You’re thinking to yourself I would have spoken up and maybe you would have and I admire you for being able to do that but I couldn’t. I have been a carer my whole life. I grew up caring for my mother who has MS. This role comes naturally to me and I stepped into this new carer role and after a while, it was expected of me. I resented it so much. This wasn’t what I signed up for and he’d done this with no conversation about how this would be. I didn’t talk to him about how unhappy I was. I showed him. In a very passive aggressive horrible way. I was on birth control that gave me huge mood swings and depression ( it’s been removed and I’m doing much better, thank you) and I wasn’t coping emotionally. I still didn’t use my words to say I can’t do this and you need to change the way our lives are set up.

Emily requires a lot of support to help her through the day-to-day. She does really well in an M/s poly, it’s almost made for people like Emily. Emily doesn’t need to be the focus when she’s in poly, she can hide away when she needs to, she can have the space she craves ( she’s extremely introverted and anxious.) I, however, don’t do well in poly. I have never considered myself a jealous woman. I’ve never experienced it before.

Jealousy is real, folks. I hated him spending time with her. And sex. OMG don’t even go there. I cried every time. EVERY TIME they were together having sex I was crying. I’m a very dehydrated person. When she kissed him in the morning I wanted to chop off her little fingers, one by one, and plant them in the window box as a warning to all other sweet troubled little cuties who thought they could come around and kiss him.

Yet, I loved Emily. What’s not to love. Other than the fact that she belongs to him as well. I don’t love that. I went through a period of thinking I was a terrible person. I should be grateful to have my best friend by my side every day. To have her as support ( she’s not, she’s too anxious to take on other people’s worries.) To have her as someone to share the life of a slave and all its ups and downs ( I don’t, she’s too anxious to discuss anyone else’s problems.) You can see this is very much a one-way relationship. What I got out of it was pain and heartache and dehydration.

Emily and I were treated very differently. All slaves need to be treated as they need to be treated, no two are the same, but the differences were frankly unfair. If Emily needs him, she gets him. I wait. If something is too hard for Emily, she doesn’t need to do it. I have to do it. I had a punishment dynamic, she did not. It’s a long list, I won’t bore you and I’m trying very hard not to sound bitter. I’m bitter by the way. No doubts about that. I resented this difference very much. We’ve recently talked about this resentment and it sounds horrible saying why it hurts me. She’s broken, she was destroyed by terrible things, her life was crap, of course, she needs to be treated differently but damn it still hurts and mentioning it makes me sound like a jealous bitch who has no feelings. I’m a jealous bitch who has no feelings by the way.

I finally talked about it. It couldn’t go on. I said I hate this. He was shocked. Why hadn’t I said something sooner? Because you’re really bad at listening to me. Emily takes up so much of your time that you go to the easiest method possible which was often a punishment, interrogation and lots of questions. Lots and lots of questions. Emily hates questions and of course, he doesn’t ask her questions but I’m not bitter about that. I’m very bitter about that by the way.

I stopped talking about my issues and problems and I held them inside. I lashed out in passive ways. That was very unhealthy for me. I’m not that kind of person. I always regret it and fell bad which added to the mountain of badness having a feast inside me. I became ill a lot, I believe from the stress. It seemed there wasn’t a moment that I didn’t have a cold or a headache or an ache somewhere. I stopped mentioning them. Emily commented that I was always sick and I took that very personality so I started to hide the fact that I was always sick. I don’t have a cold, it’s hay fever. I am not stiff and sore, I worked out.

I burrowed into myself and started doing things on my own. I started college online and deep-dived into it. There is nothing as good as “I have an assignment” as an excuse. Works every time – in case you’re looking for one. Of course, you would need to be in school but well worth the effort if you need some alone time. Amelia’s handy hint #1
Back to talking about it. It had to come out right. No one is that much of an idiot that they can’t see that one of the women they live with is a raging bitch most of the time. I don’t want to be mean and call him a slow learner but slow learner. I had to say I hate this and it’s over. I can’t do this with you two anymore. This is bad for my health, my spirit, my wellbeing.

He wants to work on it.

I said you can work on it. Get rid of her and we can be what we were, which was really good. What we had before Emily was amazing.

He can’t do that. Of course, he can’t do that. She relies on him and they love each other. They genuinely love each other. Not as much as he loves me but I’m bitchy remember. So I left. I had to. It’s impossible to continue in that environment where my soul feels underfed. I have tried very hard in this relationship. He still wants to work on it.
He chose her. When asked he chose her. He chose the broken difficult, dependent little flower. He let go the healthy stable grown woman who can support herself and lifted him up and made him better, who loved him just for him, not because she needed him. That says a lot about men and what they want, doesn’t it?

I don’t know where I am. I mean emotionally. Physically I am back home and fine, all’s well on the physical plane but thanks for asking. I’m up and down but mostly I’m a bitch because I am hurt and they are still together and it kills me. I need to move on and find someone who wants one slave, just me, who is a pretty good one I think. There is one problem. I love him. I really do. Because I love him, doesn’t mean I have to live with him or like what he is doing or support his decisions.t We can be separate. Separate houses. Not all poly people live together. I can put her from my mind. She isn’t my responsibility. She’s his. I’ve blocked her, we no longer speak, I can’t. That seems to mean I know because up until very recently we were very close even though I hated her being with him. But I can’t talk to her any more. I can’t see her, take her messages, see the hurt on her face. I just can’t.

I’m a mess, I’m upset. I’m angry. I cry a lot. I have to be grown up about this. Either end it, get past the pain and move on, or suck it up and find a new way to be poly that I can live with.

By the way – I acknowledge my part in all of this. The fact that I didn’t talk about it sooner is on me. I get that. But I’m still bitter.

3 thoughts on “Am I the Rotten Apple?

  1. Hello everyone. I’m the guy that put this beautiful woman through this. Isn’t she an incredible writer? My absolute favorite. One day you will all be lucky enough to pluck her books off your shelves for a third, forth, and fifth read. Aren’t you lucky for such a raw and honest taste. I know that I am. I’m proud of her for writing this. We’ve had our fair share of issues in the past, as you can see, and she’s incredibly strong and always finds a way to work through it. Amelia is one hell of a woman, and I love her with every drop of my marrow.

    Amelia, I’m writing this to admit my own part in this to your readers. Please don’t think that I’m looking to take away from what you said. This is not about giving my side of some story, because the whole of this story is ours. It’s not a he said she said, it is what it is, and it is what we are living through.

    As the saying goes, one rotten apple ruins the bunch, and I have to tell you that you are not that apple. I am. What we had was beautiful, and in my hand is a little seed that I will cling to for dear life until it sprouts and gives us something beautiful again. I have to believe that if we keep watering it, roses will bloom again. I’ll dehydrate with you and perhaps we will see a sprout.

    Back to your audience. You’re all probably wondering, what the hell was he thinking. Well, Amelia told you. I was thinking “damn they have a good relationship. We have a good relationship. Let’s all have one together.” It’s a lovely thought, and it seemed like a lovely thing for a time. Poly, as a wise man has said, is for the insane. Insanity is good in life but it’s not a tame beast. It’s best to be cautious and make sure everyone is onboard and buckled in tight. I didn’t. I saw what was good and I jumped, pulling her down into it with me.

    I had no idea until recently that Amelia was struggling so much with it. Yes, I knew the way I did it was horrible. She deserved a conversation first and I didn’t give it to her. Fallible and human doesn’t even begin to describe what I am. Could she have spoken up as she said? No, not to me. I created an environment in which she didn’t feel safe and comfortable coming to me. We had a punishment dynamic early on that I have to admit was unfair and too far. Much much too far. It wasn’t fair to her. She’s a fantastic slave and a little open guidance would have gone a long way with her. We had a community of people around us too that she could have opened up to. But this girl is so full of love and loyalty to me and to Emily that she kept it to herself. She did the best that she could with what she was given, and like the wonderous woman that she is, she fought like hell. She fought for a long time.

    I didn’t give her the platform to speak up. I didn’t ask how she felt about it all. I didn’t give us enough time to find our own stability, and I certainly didn’t give the three of us time to find it together. Nor did I give the balance that was needed. Yes, she’s absolutely right, every slave needs to be treated in accordance with their needs. I treated Emily the way she needed to be treated. I needed to treat Amelia better. She deserves more, and I will give it to her.

    I’m sorry, Amelia. I’m sorry for all of the hurt that I’ve put you through in the last year. I’m sorry for all the hurt that I allowed you to endure. I’m sorry that I didn’t give you the room to come to me with this sooner. I am not good at this. You’ve put up with a lot and I can’t begin to tell you how much I appreciate you. You should never be made to feel loved less than anyone, because it is simply not true. I love you, and you are deeply a part of me. You have always been the carer in all of your relationships. Let me take care of you now. It will take time to build the trust and work through this, but all of mine is yours.


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