Firstly, I'm going to switch from saying "BH" to "LJ" - I hope it doesn't confuse anyone, but it feels like the right move.
Secondly, to alleviate confusion: We will not be dating. Neither of us are looking for other relationships, and I'm confident the "arrangement" would be dissolved if/when that were to change. It will likely resolve itself well before dating others enters the picture - I suspect the most likely scenario is that I will get to a point where I have to move on, and he won't have moved much in any direction. It's what I'm most afraid of.
Thirdly, this (and likely most of my upcoming posts) will be be a bit all over the place. My mind is borderline incoherent these days, so I apologize in advance.
Part of me says, "he'll string you along forever like this - why wouldn't he? He doesn't have to confront the reality of losing you if you're always there."
Part of me says, "it's stupid to keep pouring yourself into this. Delusional. Just bite the bullet, cut your losses, and let both of you move on."
But they are met with responses of "he's making his own hard choices, and has grown so much," "we've both come so far, what's the rush?", and "all he's asking for is time - he deserves a bit of time".
It's easy to say "leave", and I'm getting it a lot - hell, sometimes between my own ears. I know he has, too. But he hasn't left, and I haven't, because it isn't easy to *do*. It's so much harder than it seems, especially when it feels like failure, or giving up, or turning your back. Especially when there's still real love there, despite it all. Especially when you're not ready to go, whatever the reason.
It's hard. I struggle every day, wondering what I should do - worrying about what's best. Sometimes the idea of picking up and starting over feels inevitable, and sometimes it seems preposterous. Some days, I am paralyzed by the thought that he'll never be able to touch me without feeling disgust. Some days I get swallowed up by the fear that I'll never overcome what got me here.
I don't know what's right, but I know I can always leave tomorrow. So can he. Every day, it's a new choice - for both of us.
Tonight, he triggered. I guess more truthfully we both did. Movies and TV are veritable minefields now, and they're worse because I can't comfort him, and can't expect to be comforted by him - I hate it. I hate that I brought this into our lives. I hate that I defiled our memories and pawned our future. I hate everything about me that allowed me to do it.
I don't feel shame much anymore, but I still get extremely angry with myself on a regular basis. I don't know if I'd call that progress, honestly. I still have so much work to do...