There’s this new trend going around, about how your actual love language is whatever your previous relationships lacked. Since most algorithms have figured me out at this point I’m on the side where all those trends point to only one thing:
Basic human decency.
It’s not wrong.
This past weekend was my first ever trip/weekend away with Rochester. It wasn’t something we had been able to do in V1, because we weren’t actually ever allowed to be in a full relationship then. Neither one of us was healed enough at that point, still being steeped in multiple abusive relationships (work, romantic, etc) to have stronger boundaries about that either.
This weekend we went to Portland. A place both of us have always liked, but didn’t get a chance to really have freedom to experience in our previous relationships.
Pretty sure it was the first time a partner took me away for the weekend, where I didn’t have to do any of the big planning, like hotel and flights, and didn’t have to book any of it, or split/pay for the whole thing (I did keep asking if I could pay for some of the things we did, and we started trading off there).
He made sure we were close enough to Powell’s that I could have as much time as I wanted there, and we talked about and picked all the food places we wanted to go to together. We had a really good balance and respect of prioritizing things that were important to each other on this trip.
It was also the first time I have ever flown first class.
It was a really lovely weekend.
It was perfectly imperfect, and I wouldn’t change it for anything.
I woke up one morning feeling really off emotionally, and tried to handle it with the tools I’ve been picking up in therapy while he was still asleep. Accidentally, caused a trauma release instead. He woke up to me being a mess, and just jumped into trying to help me before even being fully awake.
I kept finding myself saying thank you, and saying how much I appreciated those type of things. We’d then have discussions on past partners, and how they usually reacted, and he’d remark that the bar was really low.
Yeah, it is or was.
The bar isn’t low anymore, and I don’t know how to express this. That just because I will say, “ I appreciate you for this or that”, doesn’t mean the bar is low, and you should stop at asking how I’m doing or holding me when I’m dealing with a PTSD episode.
It means I know what it’s like to not be appreciated. It means that part of who I am, is recognizing kindness and acknowledging it, because all too often people take it for grant it. Especially partners in my experience and from what I have observed from others in relationships (especially poly/ENM) it will just start to expected and they think they have a right to being treated that way no matter how they treat the other person. Or other people in general.
Sometimes it even gets to the point that those of us outside the monogamous/escalator model will let more and more slide from a partner that is not treating us appropriately because we can be distracted by our other connections, and we guilt ourselves into not comparing. I was so good at excusing being treated poorly in my past, because I could get my happy hit off of smaller moments of when that partner did actually decide to be sweet, or just from seeing a different partner who respected me just a little bit more.
I used to to tell myself if I just kept being kind to them, if I just kept modeling the behavior, one day they would put more effort into our relationship. One day they would be kind to me on a more regular basis. My kindness is no longer used as a way to try and teach others how they should be treating me.
My kindness is a privilege and has an expiration date if/when someone shows me they are not capable of receiving it.
That doesn’t mean I start to treat them poorly, I treat them accordingly.
But more of a tangent before I get back to the happy thoughts and highlights.
One of the things we did this weekend, was that Rochester wanted to watch the movie The Menu with me. He had already seen it but I hadn’t, and I don’t mind and tend to ask to be a too (which I admit, I made an assumption that it was both our first time watching it, and to his credit he noticed the shift in me and asked if it was still ok to watch it together. Expressing that he still wanted to watch it with me). I don’t want to give any spoilers, but it definitely kicked me right in my internal sense of justice. I have a very big problem with entitlement and lack of appreciation.
It’s made me think more on how I use the word “deserve”. I think many people use it, but oft times what they’re actually trying to say is that they are owed or entitled to something. When I say I deserve something, which is a concept I’ve only recently been trying to embrace, it is not saying that I am owed anything. It is, however, saying that I know my worth, and I am no longer willing to accept being treated as if I don’t.
I work hard. I am a kind person, and not just when people are looking. There is not much in life that I could ever claim has been handed to me. I have had difficult learning experiences, and have used them to become healthier, softer hearted, instead of bitter and cold. Part of me feels that if I use the word deserve, as many others do, then I would become bitter and hard hearted if those things don’t appear in my life. Especially on some imaginary timeline we all seem to be following.
Ok, pulling up from the spiral now.
Inadvertently, the theme of this weekend became s’mores, and I kind of love that. I love that we found some phrases and jokes that just belong to us. We had some amazing food experiences. Like, one place hit me so hard in the comfort food, I left pretty much a 100% tip. That is not me looking for any sort of praise or commentary, I just really need the world to know how fucking amazing the food was at Grits N Gravy.
I do wish I had taken some pictures of Rochester and I together. We don’t really have too many of those from V1, and I’m pretty sure we haven’t taken any together in V2. Asking for them feels complicated for me though, and I don’t won’t to ever pressure anyone into anything. I did take some pictures of the foods we had. Mostly to brag to my brother, and I didn’t take them of everything. It was nice to just experience the weekend together instead of spending a bunch of time trying to snap a shutter.
The trip back wound up being fairly traumatic for me thanks to the TSA triggering me. I don’t feel like going into detail at this point, but needless to say it left me fairly non verbal for the rest of the night, trying to keep my brain quiet, and constantly crying off and on the whole way home after we finally got through security.
I’m still struggling really hard today from it. But I am grateful that Rochester didn’t push me to be anything, and let me process how I needed to. He made sure I knew he was there for me, and stayed calm at the times that I got a little more snippy. I did eventually ask to stay with him for a little longer before driving home, so we cuddled on the couch and he read to me.
I already miss the things most nesting partners probably never think too hard on. I miss having our routines before we got into bed. I miss our wind down conversations, and being pulled into being the little spoon because that’s how we tend to fall asleep together. I miss waking up with him, being greeted with a smile, a sleepy good morning, and getting pulled into even more cuddles to start our days. I miss feeling safe and sleeping more soundly, and knowing that if I don’t, he’s there to help me through the nightmares.
I am grateful for the time we have together. I’m excited that we kept talking about “in the future” or “the next time we’re here”. Things that are normal for most other relationships, but that we hadn’t had the chance to ever experience together before.
I’m sure there was more I had wanted to say, but I didn’t sleep much last night and my mind is starting to do last call.
Some pics below of the foods: