This post contains a lot of anger and probably misconceptions about poly but I need to get things off my chest. I apologize in advance for any judgments I make.
You say you love me. So why hurt me? Why am I #3? Not #1 or #2 but a distant third in the pageant for your heart. What was going to happen? Were we all going to live together? Would I hear the echoes of your passion as I slept alone? Worse, would I have to watch you two be happy together? Knowing I'd have to wait my turn. I'm not a placeholder. I'm not your part-time lover. Maybe it's selfish of me to want you all to myself. Maybe you really do love me. But not enough. Not Enough to leave him. Not enough to say you'll be mine. Because I'm not enough. Despite how we grew together you're willing to stagnate with them when we could continuing on. So no I don't think you love me. I think you could. Maybe one day you'll come to me. Please?