This series is a detailed account of my relationship with the greatest love of my life so far, my niece. This is an honest, factual, first-hand recounting of events from my perspective, though names have been changed to protect the identities of those involved.
You know, it’s funny… No, not funny in a “ha ha” way, but more of funny in a “hmm” curious kind of way… It’s funny how some times in our lives stretch out for years when they’re only weeks or months, and then others it seems like if we blink, we’d miss entire years.
My time with Melanie was, much of the time, the former, whereas my time with Summer was very much the latter. Even in the months leading up to our relationship, the time with her just seemed to fly by. No matter if we were watching movies, doing musical things, being intimate, or just sitting and talking over dinner, it was always not enough time and went by so quickly. Thinking back on how things progressed from her individual visit to us dating, it seems crazy that everything that happened was only in a three month time span.
During this time, Melanie and I really had major issues. Not even a month after Summer’s visit, I finally made the decision to separate because things were only getting worse. We had been to multiple couples’ therapy sessions (with the therapist I had been seeing individually) and Melanie just didn’t understand me anymore. She wasn’t willing to budge on the one thing that I truly wanted going forward in relationships – she had suddenly decided that she was strictly monogamous, and I had grown into my polyamorous self. There isn’t any sort of compromise that would have made both of us happy in the end, so the only thing to do was to end it.
At a couple different points there was some talk about having Summer and Little Scott out for another visit, but with the issues Melanie and I were having, it just wasn’t a good time. It didn’t matter how much I wanted to see Summer again, I had to get things in order with me and my life first. Since Melanie and I were “apart,” I went out to the event they had in honor of Allie’s mom. I helped to decorate the place some, though it was a small gathering in a hall with food and some tables. The whole time I just wanted to hold Summer and comfort her, but I knew that wasn’t okay to do, especially around everyone there. I did give her a long hug and told her that if she needed anything at all that I was there for her, which made her smile a little at least. At the event, Summer’s birth mom was there, and I remembered thinking to myself (before I was even introduced or told who it was) that she was a bit heavy weight-wise, but was actually a very beautiful woman. After a little while, I started to get the usual sadness that I sometimes do from being alone in a crowd, and opted to say my farewells and head out. I don’t remember getting to say a very long goodbye with Summer, and I remember feeling even worse after leaving because of that.
I continued to live with Melanie for about a month. The whole time I was sleeping in one of the spare bedrooms on a futon, and Summer was extremely supportive of me. Not even my “best friend” at the time, Brandon, was as supportive of me and what I wanted, and he and I had been very similar in our ideas about love. Summer was young and inexperienced in relationships but even she could see how being with Melanie was hurting me deeply because of our incompatibility.
Sadly, again, tragedy struck, and Allie’s birth mother passed away. Again I was pulled away from work by a random phone call, this time from Summer herself. She was devastated that she had lost another grandparent. There was not much I could do, but I was able to at least calm her down and make her feel less despondent about it while we were on the phone.
I finally decided to get my own place and figure out where I was going in life from there. Of course, being the wonderful person she is, Summer asked Allie and Big Scott if they could help me move again, and they agreed. Most of the move itself I did on my own with my car, though the larger items I made sure to get a moving truck for. I believe the only things they ended up helping with were the larger items and moving them into my new place. Every time I would walk past Summer as we moved items into and out of the truck, I could feel my heart speed up from its already-rapid pace. I was genuinely happy to simply have her near me. If I remember correctly, one of the boxes she ended up moving was the one that I had my sex toys in, and I secretly wished she would be nosy about what was in it, but then dismissed the thought forcefully. I wished they could stay longer so I could have more time with Summer, but they all had to go help someone else move and left shortly after.
In all this time, Summer and I had started talking almost daily, about a lot of things. One day shortly after getting home from work, she randomly called me out of the blue. I saw her name on my phone and my heart leaped for joy! I answered, and immediately I could tell something was wrong. She was on the verge of tears, and could barely get out that she needed help. I started to panic, but I knew the first priority was to calm her down. I had to figure out what was going on so I could help, no matter what it took!
After a bit of soothing and making her feel a little bit more at ease, she finally was able to tell me what happened. She was apparently freaking out because she had been looking at porn sites, and one of them would not stop popping up porn ads on her (school) computer. She started begging me not to tell her parents because she believed they were going to “kill” her or at least ground her for a very long time, and then she wouldn’t be able to talk with me anymore. When she told me that, I was pretty surprised, but not totally. Something told me that she wasn’t the innocent girl that she led people to believe, and this was a confirmation of that. Regardless, she was in a panic and needed my help. Right away I went into (what I later learned to be) “Daddy” mode. I made sure to calm her down again and said that it’s okay, I knew what she was going through, and that we could fix it. I went through some tech troubleshooting steps, had her turn it off and back on, then download something to remove the popups at a minimum until we could do more to fix it. A couple hours later via email messages we finally got things to an okay state, and then she had to go to bed. I believe she may have said that she loved me for helping and I know she thanked me immensely.
After that point, we started email messaging multiple times a day with one another, both while I was at work and at home. Things really took a deeper turn. We were talking more about sexual topics since we didn’t have to watch what we said via emails because her parents didn’t know about the emails she was using to talk to me. They would constantly monitor all of her communications, and had such a tight stranglehold on Summer and Little Scott’s lives that they could barely go to the bathroom without an interrogation. Once we were able to talk more freely, I learned just how deep this controlling and manipulation went. It was extremely bad, and I would have reported it, but Summer begged me not to because she feared that she would be taken away and wouldn’t be able to see either of her brothers that lived with other people.
It was during this time that I had learned about the trauma and abuse she had experienced as a young child. Her birth mother had apparently been a drug addict and an alcoholic, and had relationships with men who were abusive. They never touched Summer in any way, but they did force her to watch her brothers get beaten severely and threatened that it would happen to her if she wasn’t good. I also learned that Summer occasionally thought she heard voices (which she was afraid to tell anyone else about because she didn’t want to be “crazy”), and that she was constantly afraid of everything and frequently had nightmares. Finding out all of this only made me feel more protective of her and made me want to hold her and try my best to make everything alright again for her. Knowing now what I do about mental health issues, I realize that I couldn’t have possibly “fixed” anything with her, though I am positive that if we had the chance to stay together, I could have helped her in some way…
At some point in those few crazy months (though I don’t recall exactly when), there was an event that their brainwashing “Ilicet” play people hosted called “Rock & Bowl” at a bowling alley where everyone dressed up in 80s-style outfits and bowled to “Rock” music. I was really nervous about going because I didn’t really have anything 80s to wear, but I remember seeing Summer in her neon, Madonna-inspired outfit and being stunned at how “rad” she looked! It was just about all I could do to not choke on my own heart beating in my throat. I even complimented her on it and she blushed and bashfully deflected my comment. We took some pictures together, though I no longer have them because I was a fool and deleted all of our pictures at one point after everything blew up…
And boy, did they blow up, big time… (To be continued.)