Hello, everyone.
I guess to start, I am a 25-year-old cis female.
I began dating my monogamous boyfriend of 6 years when we were in college. We have a very, very intense relationship. We are absolute best friends. He is the...other half of myself.
But throughout our relationship, I have been plagued with falling for other people. I'm sure this is a tired subject to many of you, and I'm going to say things you've heard a thousand times. But I felt broken. I felt like he wasn't enough, and that something was wrong with me. That I was just a "cheater" or "bad at relationships." That I couldn't be somebody whole for him. And I would lie, and feel guilty, and go out, and feel guilty, and even though I wasn't acting sexually or breaking our monogamous rules, I felt like I had this secret I couldn't tell him, but just didn't know what it was.
When I learned about polyamory, it all seemed to click. And I thought, "Maybe I'm not a bad person, or bad at relationships, or broken, maybe I just need something else."
Well, after I learned this it took me a while to even bring it up to him. We had talked about polyamory in an academic sense, but it always ended as a thing for other people, and not for him. So I knew it would be a difficult discussion.
And it was. And we were both very honest and generous with our feelings, as we usually are. But he decided he could not be in a polyamorous relationship. He kept trying to think of ways he could try, but it came down to the fact that he would be soul-crushingly devastated anytime I had sex with someone else. And for me, these feelings are very sexual.
I explained the nature of my feelings. The he is always my priority, that my love for him does not dwindle with the feelings I have for other people, and he understands that on some level. But I needed to respect that I can't cause him pain by being who I am, and similarly, he could not bear to keep me in a relationship where I couldn't explore who I might be.
And all this being said, I still don't even know. I don't know who I am or what I want, and I just want my best friend to talk to, and I can't.
This all happened yesterday, so I'm sorry for my incoherence. I'm a mess, and I feel like I threw away the best thing in my life. The thing that most people--it's all they want. I had that. And now it's gone.
I don't know if anyone has had any similar experiences, but I feel so broken, and lost, and stupid, and alone.
But I will say, there is this small part of me--when it's not wailing in agony because my heart feels ripped--that feels relief. That I could tell him this and that I'm not lying, that I won't hurt him or make a misstep and cheat and crush him. That's the only thing keeping me going right now.
I guess to start, I am a 25-year-old cis female.
I began dating my monogamous boyfriend of 6 years when we were in college. We have a very, very intense relationship. We are absolute best friends. He is the...other half of myself.
But throughout our relationship, I have been plagued with falling for other people. I'm sure this is a tired subject to many of you, and I'm going to say things you've heard a thousand times. But I felt broken. I felt like he wasn't enough, and that something was wrong with me. That I was just a "cheater" or "bad at relationships." That I couldn't be somebody whole for him. And I would lie, and feel guilty, and go out, and feel guilty, and even though I wasn't acting sexually or breaking our monogamous rules, I felt like I had this secret I couldn't tell him, but just didn't know what it was.
When I learned about polyamory, it all seemed to click. And I thought, "Maybe I'm not a bad person, or bad at relationships, or broken, maybe I just need something else."
Well, after I learned this it took me a while to even bring it up to him. We had talked about polyamory in an academic sense, but it always ended as a thing for other people, and not for him. So I knew it would be a difficult discussion.
And it was. And we were both very honest and generous with our feelings, as we usually are. But he decided he could not be in a polyamorous relationship. He kept trying to think of ways he could try, but it came down to the fact that he would be soul-crushingly devastated anytime I had sex with someone else. And for me, these feelings are very sexual.
I explained the nature of my feelings. The he is always my priority, that my love for him does not dwindle with the feelings I have for other people, and he understands that on some level. But I needed to respect that I can't cause him pain by being who I am, and similarly, he could not bear to keep me in a relationship where I couldn't explore who I might be.
And all this being said, I still don't even know. I don't know who I am or what I want, and I just want my best friend to talk to, and I can't.
This all happened yesterday, so I'm sorry for my incoherence. I'm a mess, and I feel like I threw away the best thing in my life. The thing that most people--it's all they want. I had that. And now it's gone.
I don't know if anyone has had any similar experiences, but I feel so broken, and lost, and stupid, and alone.
But I will say, there is this small part of me--when it's not wailing in agony because my heart feels ripped--that feels relief. That I could tell him this and that I'm not lying, that I won't hurt him or make a misstep and cheat and crush him. That's the only thing keeping me going right now.