Ronan, or "How I Became The Other Woman"
Ronan met his gf in high school, around the same time we met. I was dating his best friend Heath at the time. Ronan was shy, reserved. I paid him absolutely no attention, but my boyfriend Heath insisted we be nice to each other.
Then Ronan started seeing his gf. We all had to tell them they were together. Neither of them know the day they "made it official." They both just agreed to our badgering. I look back now and know we just wanted the drama of another relationship.
A few years go by, and it seems that theirs is the only sexless relationship among us. Ronan and I spent a lot of time together, mostly me griping about one thing or another pertaining to Heath. We became friends, then I began to love him. I didn't think it was possible to love him when I thought I loved my Heath, so I took the most logical step at that point to me, having already cheated on Heath several times. We kissed. I loved it. I loving hanging with him. But although he said he felt things for me too, he didn't want things to go further.
A few more years go by. Ronan and I have two long periods when we kiss and hold hands and allow ourselves to love. Every time I get scared, every time I back off. Eventually we had sex, just once, and I pulled away completely, cut off all contact with him because of "some other unrelated thing."
I got married to Heath, though I knew I shouldn't have. I cheated in the days leading up to the wedding. I told Heath, maybe looking for an out, but he said he wanted me to be his wife. I brought up being poly once or twice, not that I was really ready for it then. He almost agreed once, but it didn't change my cheating.
Ronan didn't come to the wedding. He said he knew it wouldn't last and that it didn't mean anything to me. I hated him for that. Now I know it's because he echoed what I felt but could not say.
Ronan and I continued to fool around, though not as often. We didn't have sex again for a long time after my first marriage broke up. I started to see John. John and I were open from the beginning, so I was free, on my end at least, to see Ronan as I wished.
I still kept my distance, afraid of all sorts of things I couldn't name. A few weeks, a random night here and there, I told him I loved him, and backed off almost as quickly as I had jumped to his arms.
Over a year ago, Ronan called me, rather late at night, and said he wanted to really to be lovers again. He said HE wanted to control when the relationship ended, if that was at once, or in a few weeks, or whatever.
I took a few months to respond to that request, making sure I could handle the stress of the possibility of losing control. I finally consented. He had given up hope of the prospect, but we made love again that night and we have considered ourselves lovers ever since.
Last summer, Ronan's GF found out about our relationship. She was upset, but didn't flip. Her only consensus was for her to have daily sex with him for about a week, then it was back to the once a month of the previous two years.
Ronan's GF is polite to me, offers me trips to the mall and friendship, but I am uncomfortable around most females, especially since I don't know if she knows.
I love Ronan. I know he loves me.
I have always been secure knowing that for whatever reason, he and his GF were always going to be together. He is talking of leaving her. I'm terrified of that transition.
Why does it have to be this way? Why does he have to choose? He has said before that he loves her, and obviously there is some ambivalence on her part as to his sexual relations. I wish I could discuss this with her. I wish I could join her, actually be friends, and help her love him.