My husband, Arlo, and I separated five months ago. We took off our wedding rings, and he got a room downtown. My reclaiming of my poly/bi self after over a decade of monogamy was one big reason, but not the only reason. Arlo wants, ultimately, a monogamous wife, and I know this. I also don't believe I can be that at this time, despite the lack of anyone else special in my life (I am casually dating.)
Soon after Arlo moved out and the proverbial dust settled, it was like we went back to dating each other. Arlo spends three or so nights a week with me, we are still intimate, still entangled financially and emotionally. But we are allowed to date others. I love our current incarnation. We fight less, fuck more, I do less cleaning, errand-running and nagging, and I no longer have to contend with all the baggage of being someone's "wife." However, Arlo laments not having a "full time" wife, and he hates living alone (and doing his own cleaning and errand-running.) Where I feel more free, he just feels unmoored.
Arlo recently hit it off with a woman named Amy who was in town househunting. She returned to her home state, which also happens to be Arlo's home state, though she plans to move here eventually. Today, Arlo is flying off to spend the next four days with her, as well as reconnect with some high-school friends.
I'm not jealous of Amy, I know they talk and text frequently, etc.. I think a part of me hoped he would learn, by dating others, that he can hold more than one person in his heart at a time. But Arlo and I had dinner last night, he was going to spend the night with me, then I asked him if Amy knew he still spent nights with me.
He replied, "Yeah, that might need to stop after this trip."
I knew this was coming. I know that if Arlo finds a woman who wants to be monogamous to him, I'm history, but to hear it so clearly was a punch to the gut. I told him, as gently as I could, that I didn't want to spend the night with him knowing it might be the last night we spend together. I didn't want him to see me in pain.
He got really upset. I tried to explain why I was struggling: Anybody who comes into my life, I tell them my relationship with my husband is non-negotiable. He really is my "primary" in that my family knows him, my pets, he helps pay my rent (I'm looking for cheaper housing.) To know that for Arlo, I am NOT non-negotiable really bothered me. He kept saying "I don't even know what Amy wants, you're getting all upset over nothing." I was getting upset because I don't feel that my relationship with Arlo should hinge on what Amy wants. Our 17 years together trumps his brief and unconsummated LDR. Anyway, he left after dinner very upset, and now I feel like I put him in a tough spot. I should have just smiled and pretended to fine and let him do what he needs to do to get to the future he wants, even if that means I am not in it as more than a friend.
I need some help with this, It seems to be triggering abandonment issues. Before last night, I was actually excited for him to have an adventure without me, and because I still kind of hide my dating from him, I was stoked to have a few days where I won't be looking over my shoulder when I'm out with a date downtown. But now, I'm feeling sad as hell and as if I'm truly about to lose my husband.
Has anyone gone through something similar who might have some comforting words or advice?
Soon after Arlo moved out and the proverbial dust settled, it was like we went back to dating each other. Arlo spends three or so nights a week with me, we are still intimate, still entangled financially and emotionally. But we are allowed to date others. I love our current incarnation. We fight less, fuck more, I do less cleaning, errand-running and nagging, and I no longer have to contend with all the baggage of being someone's "wife." However, Arlo laments not having a "full time" wife, and he hates living alone (and doing his own cleaning and errand-running.) Where I feel more free, he just feels unmoored.
Arlo recently hit it off with a woman named Amy who was in town househunting. She returned to her home state, which also happens to be Arlo's home state, though she plans to move here eventually. Today, Arlo is flying off to spend the next four days with her, as well as reconnect with some high-school friends.
I'm not jealous of Amy, I know they talk and text frequently, etc.. I think a part of me hoped he would learn, by dating others, that he can hold more than one person in his heart at a time. But Arlo and I had dinner last night, he was going to spend the night with me, then I asked him if Amy knew he still spent nights with me.
He replied, "Yeah, that might need to stop after this trip."
I knew this was coming. I know that if Arlo finds a woman who wants to be monogamous to him, I'm history, but to hear it so clearly was a punch to the gut. I told him, as gently as I could, that I didn't want to spend the night with him knowing it might be the last night we spend together. I didn't want him to see me in pain.
He got really upset. I tried to explain why I was struggling: Anybody who comes into my life, I tell them my relationship with my husband is non-negotiable. He really is my "primary" in that my family knows him, my pets, he helps pay my rent (I'm looking for cheaper housing.) To know that for Arlo, I am NOT non-negotiable really bothered me. He kept saying "I don't even know what Amy wants, you're getting all upset over nothing." I was getting upset because I don't feel that my relationship with Arlo should hinge on what Amy wants. Our 17 years together trumps his brief and unconsummated LDR. Anyway, he left after dinner very upset, and now I feel like I put him in a tough spot. I should have just smiled and pretended to fine and let him do what he needs to do to get to the future he wants, even if that means I am not in it as more than a friend.
I need some help with this, It seems to be triggering abandonment issues. Before last night, I was actually excited for him to have an adventure without me, and because I still kind of hide my dating from him, I was stoked to have a few days where I won't be looking over my shoulder when I'm out with a date downtown. But now, I'm feeling sad as hell and as if I'm truly about to lose my husband.
Has anyone gone through something similar who might have some comforting words or advice?