Renegotiating Love – how I introduced non-monogamy into my existing relationship.
Our dominant narratives of love tend to present it as something reasonably static, something which works more or less the same way for everyone, and something which by its very nature necessitates a vast array of complex and immutable rules. None of this is true. Anna Karenina famously said that there are as many ways of loving as there are hearts – I’d go further and say there are as many ways of loving as there are combinations of hearts. This blog post is about love. It is primarily about the forms and evolutionary path taken by the love between two particular hearts – mine, and my partner (known online as Mr Bezukhov or Mr B)’s.
There are a set number of dominant relationship models in our society, with rigid stages in a rigid order. Our relationship has never done a great job of following any of them. Most people expect a relationship to start with a few awkward dates, and slowly develop into something more solid and exclusive, perhaps eventually moving onto co-habitation after a few years, with marriage, children, and package holidays as the inevitable final aims. We did none of that. When Mr B and I moved in together we barely knew each other – we’d met a few times through a mutual friend, and the three of us all found ourselves in need of a new place to live around the same time. I was moving cities and didn’t know a huge number of people, Mr B was just emerging from a long co-habiting relationship. We had been flatmates for almost a month when we drunkenly ended up kissing on a night out (it was Hallowe’en. I was dressed as a cat.) and after that it only took a few more days until we tumbled head-first into an amazingly intense relationship which became very serious very quickly. We became completely absorbed in each other. We were barely ever apart, sharing the same group of close friends, with whom we spent a lot of time. We were basically attached at the hip. We were utterly absorbed in each other. Mr B became my world. He became the focal point of my life, and I of his, and we were disgustingly, sickeningly happy. I had never been so happy. We’d been together about three months when we got a kitten. Things were definitely not going according to the storybook relationship model.
Three years on, we have been through good times and bad together – that time our flat was burgled, me writing my MA thesis, sickness, family crises, joy, unemployment, poverty, some really horrible stages of my mental health issues, arguments, resentment, poverty, horrible living situations, shitty jobs, money worries, stress, excitement, holidays, worry, excitement, anticipation, borderline drug abuse, elation, me landing my dream job, and so much more. We’ve made the decision to live apart – partly for practical reasons and partly to each have our own space for the first time in our relationship. This is definitely doing things backwards according to most people’s set ideas of how a relationship should work. But I don’t give two fucks about that – because it’s right for us, and that’s all that really matters.
Of course, as you can probably tell from the title of this post, that’s not the only aspect of our relationship we’ve decided to reconsider and it’s not the only change we’ve decided to make in how we structure our relationship, how we express our love for each other. We’ve made the decision to abandon the dominant Western model of monogamy in favour of a freer, more fluid non-monogamous relationship structure.
For me, this has been years in the making. I’ve never found the concept of monogamy a particularly natural or easy one, and I’ve often struggled with it. Through some really wonderful poly and non-mono people I know, and as part of my general process of becoming more aware of alternative ideas and approaches to life and my attempts to educate myself politically and socially – including through some amazing people I have met or encountered through twitter and some fantastic bloggers – I eventually came round to the realisation that monogamy was really no longer what I wanted from life. Which isn’t the easiest thing to realise while in a happy and fulfilling monogamous relationship with someone you deeply love and care for, who vastly enriches your life, supports you, and knows you better than anyone in the world. I made an uneasy compromise with myself that I would not be seeking any other monogamous relationships should Mr B and I call it a day. Over time, however, the problem with this became increasingly clear – I didn’t want my relationship with Mr B to end. Far from it. Over our relationship, though hard work, dedication, love, and mutual respect, we had built and expanded on our intense beginnings and feelings for each other to establish something strong, something wonderful, with firm foundations and the potential to go wherever we did. Our relationship was one of my absolute proudest achievements. I didn’t want to give that up, but the more I rejected the concept of monogamy, the greater the cognitive dissonance within me grew. I wanted a future together, but the compromises I was making for that to happen were beginning to feel stifling and overbearing.
Eventually, I approached a very good and dear friend of mine who was once in a monogamous relationship with one of the people he now shares his home and life with as part of a poly family. I knew he had successfully negotiated from his first qualms about monogamy, through various stages and relationship models to a situation now where both he and his original partner could not be happier. As soon as I seriously began to think about raising the idea with Mr B, I knew that this friend was the person to talk to about it. I could not have made a better choice. My friend (J) was fully understanding. He was supportive and full of advice. He offered to talk to Mr B if Mr B needed someone to discuss things with. He warned me to expect it to be difficult – to expect challenges and for it to take time. He warned me that even mentioning it would change my relationship with Mr B irrevocably. I knew, though, that I could not continue to be in a relationship where something this important to me was something I could not even dare to mention to my partner. So I did it. I took the plunge. I brought up the topic in relation to a friend of mine who is dating multiple people, and then casually asked whether it was something we might consider? We discussed it vaguely and I gained confidence as Mr B was receptive and kept an open mind. I mentioned some of the reasons I didn’t like the idea of forced monogamy – the idea of ownership of another person, the restriction it placed on interactions with friends and others outside the relationship. We agreed to discuss it further at a later date. I was encouraged by this, but I still expected it to take a long time and many discussions to get to a place where we were ready to change anything.
The second conversation was about three days later. Mr B had spent much of the intervening time reading about poly and non-mono online. He was absolutely convinced he wanted to do this and wanted to start to discuss practicalities of how it would work. We spoke more freely and openly than we usually manage – we discussed the key importance of communication and how we sometimes struggled with the level of free conversation we’d like to have, and how good it was to talk openly. We discussed the fact that both of us have spent pretty much our entire adult lives in relationships and feel we’ve missed out on a lot of the types of interactions most people enjoy at this stage. We talked about trust and love, and not wanting to own each other. We talked about the importance of having our own space, of being our own individual people – not two halves of a whole, but two amazing wholes coming together to be even more awesome. We talked about my anxiety and the pressure I often felt in our relationship, and how relying on each other less to be EVERYTHING for the other may alleviate some of this pressure. We talked about our future more freely and with less hesitation and doubt than we ever had. Mr B talked about how he felt a lot of his commitment issues had probably been centred around his uncomfortableness with monogamy, though he hadn’t had the framework of alternatives to understand that. We talked about not allowing oneself to be ruled by negative emotions like jealousy. We talked about the very stifling and over-powering relationships we’d both had in the past. We talked about how neither of us was primarily interested in non-monogamy for the purposes of going out and fucking other people, but more about negotiating our relationship and our relationships with others on an individual basis rather than based on ill-fitting templates and norms. We talked about having freer interactions, about respecting each other as individuals and about trusting each other without needing to impose restrictive rules. We discussed in depth the idea of jealousy as a virtue in dominant relationship discourse and how much we both disliked that. Mr B had some interesting perspectives from his academic philosophy background.
We talked about the amazing relief we both felt at bringing things out into the open – and realising how many of the compromises we’d been making were unnecessary, about how we both wanted – and felt we deserved – the best and most fulfilling love we could have, not the best we could do within the artificial restrictions of society. We talked about making compromises with each other, not with oppressive social norms.
We have now decided – properly, officially, and after a few more conversations – to ditch monogamy. I know that the road ahead won’t necessarily be easy and that opening up our relationship will open us up to new stresses and problems, but I am so excited. I feel an overwhelming rush of the same intense, overpowering love I felt when we first got together. I’ve never lost sight of the stength of that love and now it just seems stronger, more beautiful, more empowering than ever. We both already feel our relationship has been renewed, revitalised, replenished. I was nervous about speaking out – but in so many ways it has been the best thing I could possibly have done for our relationship. I know this is not for everyone and I would never tell anyone that they should reject monogamy. I would however encourage anyone and everyone to really think about what it is they want and need from a relationship, and to never stop thinking about that and reconsidering it – in my case, I realised I wanted non-monogamy, but that may be very different from what you want and need.
I am also totally overwhelmed at how easy it turned out to be – evidence of how strong we are, and how wonderful the man I fell in love with really is, how much we are alike, and how silly I was to ever fear being honest with him.
I love the idea of a relationship which is constantly growing and changing, which adapts. I feel much more confident in the longevity of this model and I feel much happier knowing that having a healthy, happy, loving, supportive and fulfilling relationship with the man I love so much doesn’t have to mean compromising on me, my relationships with others, or my individuality and self-fulfilment – or him compromising on any of that in his life. I feel invincible – like the flexibility and adaptability of our love means it may well follow us through whatever life throws at us, however we both change and progress through our lives. I am not a static entity, and neither is Mr B – so why should our love be? and why should we want it to be? I always used to say that one of the best and most worthwhile things I had ever done was fall in love with Mr B. Now I know I was wrong. It’s not falling in love with him that’s so important – it’s loving him, loving him with all my heart, in a way that only my heart quite can.