There is a great deal of therapy in sharing myself with you. It requires me to think carefully about myself, and often confront feelings and ideas that I have struggled with.
I have never written for the benefit of others. I write because it gives me clarity. I write because I am my own worst opponent. I write as a way to listen to myself.
But I started being honest and transparent as a benefit to others.
I have spoken openly that I spent my younger years being a mediator. In fact, looking back, the only reason I had friends was because I was beneficial to them. I would cover for their lies, soothe the feathers of those who were offended, and offer ideas free of charge. I did not start drama, nor did I perpetuate it.
I simply spent my life trying to be useful.
Why?
Because my biggest fundamental flaw is the core belief I hold. It is burned upon the walls of my mind, stamped by the hottest iron.
“I am measured by my usefulness. When I cease to be useful, then I will be thrown out like trash.”
That is one of three toxic beliefs that I own. Welcome to my logical world. I am aware of my toxic beliefs and traits. I know where my anxiety is from and why I feel and think as I do.
I just do not have the tools to change it.
Yet.
As I have written before, my Master and my wife have been cornerstones in helping me learn to cope, and how to be myself without judgement. They have taught me that it is ok to be opinionated and boisterous, to have quiet, withdrawn days, to be outgoing and friendly, or to just be alone. They have taught me that my own expectations are the most important. My dynamic with Master and my marriage to my wife develop and grow as I do.
That which grows must be cultivated.
That which you neglect, will wither.
That which withers cannot always be saved.
My house is built on a foundation of four.
We are a closed, polyquad consisting of two married couples. This means that we all have relationships with each other and none outside of our “core.”
Core- this is my word to represent the four of us.
As I have built my foundation, here is how it works.
I have a 24/7 D/s dynamic with Master. I am his collared submissive and we engage in a Power exchange relationship. This dynamic does not exist for either of us with either of our other partners.
I am married to wife B. She was my first girlfriend and we have been together for 12 years now. We have explored all sorts of dynamics and found our happiness in just going with the flow. We want to roleplay tonight? Sweet. We want to sit naked and play Xbox? Awesome. We want to go to an all you can eat sushi place and gossip? Perfect, I’ll get the car.
Wife B also has DID. So, for one of her alters, I am Diddy. She is four. I take care of her like any parent. She makes me laugh a lot. We do a lot of Xbox, coloring, and lately, puzzles. She is energetic and always excited to tell me about her day. She is my pride and joy.
I consider these two relationships very strong. I feel we compliment each other and help each other with personal growth.
But that leaves one person out, doesn’t it?
I told you I built my foundation on four people. Often, I only ever mention two plus myself. If I passed elementary math, 2+1=3.
Three is less than four.
So, where is number four?
I have been asking the same thing…for quite a long time.
Maybe, if I tell you our story, you can help me find her.
I met wife A (who is married to Master) at work. She was kind, bubbly, and had a very familial feeling to her. In fact, many called her mom at work. We were acquaintances for a few months. We talked very little of things outside of work.
Then, one day, I was sitting in our office and she is talking to me and her speech is…off. I can tell she is upset. So, I asked.
And the floodgates opened.
There, before me, was a woman sobbing because her husband was diagnosed with cancer. She had a preteen and a couple of dogs, but most of the family lives elsewhere.
So, I told her to take some time and if she needed to talk, I’d listen.
In fact, she did talk to me. She even invited me over to play cards. I was invited to the bar to meet her husband and a few friends of theirs. It was some of the first connections I made after moving out here. My family is two states away and my wife’s is all on the East Coast. It was nice to be a part of something…even if I didn’t know her husband’s name for near seven months after hanging out.
My wife started house sitting for them when He had treatments. What started as two days of staying over led to a week. Then two. Then, at one point, we barely left. I paid rent for eight months on an apartment I never went to….just to finish my lease.
Then, one night, about a year or so after I met her, the four of us had a night of drinking to celebrate His remission. Somewhere, between drink two and four, we broke all the poly rules.
Someone made a joke about how much time we spent together. One of us commented that we might as well be dating. It’s all a little blurry to be honest.
Two weeks later, we negotiated the rules for our polyquad.
None of us had successfully been poly prior. Several had issues with cheating or being cheated on.
But we all consented.
So, what the hell, why not?
Friendly PSA: please do not use this story as a how-to for poly. It is not, in any way, a good reference for the average individual
Three months later, my wife and I had to leave our apartment due to a toxic situation with a roommate. They gave us a place to stay. Seven days to Christmas, we moved in. We were set to stay only until tax time. Then, when tax time came, we talked it through, and decided to make the situation permanent.
We have been together ever since.
But, somewhere on this journey, wife A and I got lost. She took a left and I didn’t.
So, now, we are strangers. We are strangers to each other and strangers in our relationship.
But, she’s still Master’s wife.
There are a lot of reasons that her and I are disconnected.
She has had some long-term medical issues. I work a lot. She struggles with communicating and I lack general sympathy. I work long, odd hours and our schedules rarely meet. We both have mental health issues. We have different love languages.
But, the more I list it out, the more I hear excuses.
The truth it, we stopped trying. While she was wrapped up in her medical issues and struggled to communicate, I felt pushed away and I stopped listening.
I became bitter and disillusioned. I wanted the relationship to come as naturally as it did with my other two partners. I wanted her to see all the little things and be as observant as I am. I wanted things she has not learned how to give. And instead of showing patience, I cut myself off.
Because I was scared.
What if it didn’t work? Would I lose everyone else in the process? Would I be left alone because I couldn’t listen, or help her get better, or be patient enough?
Would I be considered “useless” if I failed?
Useless things get thrown out.
So, I chose to separate us. I worked hard on my relationships with Master and wife B. I stayed out of Wife A”s way. I made sure I never asked for time with Master if she was home, so I wouldn’t be in the way. I made sure I never made plans on days off from work just in case things had to change. I made sure I did not argue, or disagree, with her so I wouldn’t cause problems.
I did everything I could to become invisible. Exactly like I felt.
Because I was bitter at being pushed away. And I was hurt that I felt she was not listening when I spoke. After a while, I gave up.
I stopped being understanding that she was dealing with chronic medical problems and mental health. I stopped giving her the benefit of doubt that I afforded my other spouses.
And the silence between is has become the Berlin Wall.
It separates us so firmly that we are never in the same room…even when we are inches apart. We stopped listening. We stopped watching. We stopped caring.
I love her. I can say that with absolute certainty.
But we are strangers.
Now, after two years of everything breaking down, I’m staring at her through the broken lens of my camera and I’m trying to capture what we had.
I think, that is why we are struggling.
Every moment, big and small, shapes who we are. I’ve learned, through a lot of betrayal, that functioning with minimal emotion, and a guarded heart, gets me the farthest in life.
It allows me to be logical and understanding. It does not make me the best wife, however.
In fact, my emotional range, led me to a point in my own marriage, where wife B told me, “I love you, I just don’t know if I’m in love with you anymore.”
Those are the hardest words I have ever had to hear. But they got my ass to listen.
And reflect.
And change.
Now, I am hoping that those same words, that once burned and broke me, can help me find wife A and allow us to try again.
This time, I have the support of two partners, whom I consider myself to have strong relationships with.
Maybe, just maybe, her and I will learn we are not alone anymore.
We have people to lean on. We have people who want what is best for us. We have people who will tell us honestly when we fuck up.
I know one thing for sure.
I am not looking for nor expecting an apology.
I am looking for a stranger to join me at the table and help me build back up my house of cards.
My name is Joji. I am 29 years old currently and I have been in and around the kink community about 15 years.I am a collared submissive to Magick42. I am also a Daddy to a wonderful babygirl, and have been for more than three years now and I find it very fulfilling. I am being mentored in and being taught electroplay. I am a masochist at heart and thoroughly love impact play, especially caning. I enjoy reading anything I can get my hands on and am a die hard Harry Potter and Doctor Who fan. I am also the secretary for a group in Idaho called Moscow S.P.A.R.K.E (Simply Providing Another Route to Kink Education). It is our mission to teach safe practices to those new to the community and give them a safe haven to ask questions and learn without judgement. We accept all kinks and all we ask in return is respect between all our members.