Jun 062013

As I wrote in a My Open Relationship Rules, I have no rules for my relationship partners, except one: Use a condom.

Everything else is fine with me and/or negotiable.

This is apparently an unusual situation: most people in non-monogamous relationships have rules about who, when, where, what, how, and/or how often they can fuck/date/love other people, and how much information about it to disclose to their partners. Hell, my own partner has a number of those rules for me. But I don’t. So I often get asked:

How can I/Why do I not need rules about any of these things?

And the only answer I can come up with is: Because all such rules are essentially attempts to curtail the green-eyed monster, jealousyAnd I don’t feel jealousy.

I never have. What I do feel when I see my partner with someone else (particularly someone attractive) is arousal, compersion. I can also feel pride or excitement that he’s scoring. I could feel annoyance if this was happening while he was neglecting something else important. But jealousy? I don’t know what that feels like.

People have said I haven’t loved. (A female friend once actually told me I didn’t love my husband, and that’s why I could behave the way I do. I thought that was quite rude.) But I have loved. Twice as an adolescent (counts as once?) and three times as an adult. And I’ve never felt jealousy once.

Evolutionarilyjealousy is an adaptive reaction to the issue of survival: securing paternity (for men) and provision of resources for self and offspring (for women). From that aspect, I’m an evolutionary failure, I suppose – I’d willingly let my partner spend the entire kill on other women and leave me and my children to starve to death. (Except that I don’t have any children and these days I don’t need a man to feed me.)

But on a more proximal, individual level, jealousy arises out of insecurity, out of fear. Fear that he’s going to leave me, fear that I’m not good enough, or young enough, or smart enough, or beautiful enough, or loved enough…

And I don’t have any of these fears.

  1. I know I’m not the most beautiful, or smartest, or whatever ‘-est’ person in the world, but I also know, deep down inside, that I’m a pretty damn good, valuable, love-worthy human being. There is nothing my partner can do to make me feel otherwise. Because my partner is not the source of my self-esteem; I am the source of my self-esteem. And that self-esteem is stable and quite impervious to life circumstances. What my partner does can make me sad or happy for a period of time, disappointed, even hurt, but it cannot make me feel better or worse about myself.
  2. I know that he loves me. He’s crazy about me. I know that, I see that, I feel that, I hear that. If I didn’t feel like he loved me, I wouldn’t be in a relationship with him. Fucking other people doesn’t make me love him any less. I don’t see why being able to openly fuck/date/love other women would be a reason for him to stop loving me. Or leave me.
  3. And if he does leave me, that’s OK. Because leaving me means he doesn’t want to be with me anymore. And that means he’s not the right partner for me anymore – how could I want to be with someone who doesn’t want to be with me?! (see item #38 of my Relationship Checklist).

Not wanting to be with someone anymore happens to people for all sorts of reason, all the time. It might happen to him whether or not I let him fuck/date/love other people. Most romantic relationships end after a while for one reason or another. Setting up all sorts of rules to control his sexual/romantic behavior is not going to prevent that from happening. If anything, having the freedom to fulfill his sexual/romantic desires openly should diffuse any need to leave me so he can fulfill those desires elsewhere.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying I’d be happy if he left me. I wouldn’t be. I’m sure I would be sad for some time. I might cry. It might take a while to adjust to being single. But it won’t be the end of the world. I will still be the good, valuable, love-worthy human being that I was before. I will still be loved by many friends, lovers, and, most importantly, myself. Life will go on, and I will be fine.

An Alien

I realize this is unusual. I’ve never really met anyone like me in this respect. My husband calls me an alien. And I do sometimes feel like an alien.

I often fail to anticipate or grasp people’s feelings of jealousy. It’s difficult to empathize with someone when you don’t know what their feelings feel like. I try to understand on an intellectual level, but it’s not the same.

Still, I shouldn’t be complaining. Life without jealousy, insecurity, and fear has so far been a pretty good life. I would never, not in a million years, swap my brain for one that is capable of experiencing jealousy.

And who knows, maybe one day I will feel it. I hope not, but it’s not impossible…


This article was first published on Pervertically Virtuous

  9 Responses to “Why I feel no jealousy”

  1. You may feel like an alien, but I think we’re similar species, at least. I, too, don’t understand jealousy. Like you, I can see the concept from an intellectual/evolutionary/sociological perspective, but as for ever having experienced it myself? Nope, and I’m quite content to let it remain that way.

    As I was reading your post, my eyes were widening and my jaw dropping. I have never met, chatted or even really heard of anyone else who sees jealousy like I do. Yet without a word of a lie or exaggeration, I could’ve written your post from many of my own thoughts and experiences – including the accusatory assumption that I couldn’t possibly REALLY love my husband *eyeroll*

    Maybe we’re on opposite sides of the planet, but at least we both know that there’s at least one other sane, rational person out there. Somewhere ;)

  2. I was all excited – and then I checked the date on this. Le sigh…

  3. Hi! Have a mote of love and happiness from me; I barely know you, but I am glad you don’t feel jealousy, and are happy not feeling jealousy.

    I am also jealous of you. I have had some pretty horrifying insecurities my whole life. I still have ghosts of them. I am not so secure. I do get jealous; often, even. I just try not to let it make my decisions for me, because that would be stupid, destructive and pointless.

    I wish all the best for you, and wish I, and everyone else, could have the benefits of your absence of jealousy, too… Ah, well. Maybe someday, the world will be like that. It isn’t, yet.

  4. Is not all good, I feel the same as this post and my inability to accurately predict what will evoke jealousy in others is a serious issue for me…

  5. I feel the exact same way! People think I am crazy! Glad there are others out there what feel the same.
    I googled this just to see if there were others. I don’t feel like an “alien” anymore.

    • I did the same thing…I Googled just to see if I am the only one or if there are others out there like me. I have always thought that jealousy was a wasted emotion that people grew out of eventually. It wasn’t until my 30’s when I started seeing it a lot on TV. Parents jealous of their children, co-workers, siblings, neighbors and even their own pets. It was really aggrevating to the point that I rarely watch anything anymore. I have been saying that I am going to move to a place where there are real grown adults, if I can find such a place.

  6. I think I got jealous in my entire life 7 times. Now that I am 26, I think I still don’t have enough experiences of being jealous. I hate it. I feel like I am not me when I get jealous. My jealousy is seasonal, and I don’t get it… but once I get jealous, I distance myself from love.

  7. I honestly don’t know if I have felt jealous. Loss and disappointment when relationships end for sure. I have felt a loss of self worth, too, but that was a background constant for me. Small peaks in that may be related to losing a friendship or relationship but not actual jealousy.

    I think people here might be right and it is an emotion that has less purpose these days, certainly as we get older. With limited need to secure things from others, why should we feel that emotion deeply?

    We grow up. Jealousy with siblings can and has to be controlled at an early age, so the emotion itself is not as strong as others (individual levels of hormones and how they express themselves notwithstanding).

    It is easy to feel jealous of someone getting laid if you are not, but is it a good thing? No. So why feel jealous of a loved one getting laid? If you love them, would you not feel happy for them?