Hi,
I know polyamory isn't the same as openrelationship (as I understand it, it's about open sex relation ship, not love). I write it here, cause I don't know where I could do it elsewhere. I hope I won't bother anybody. But i just need to share it. Please, I need no judgement against me or anybody involved in that story.
I did shit this weekend.
I'm in a relationship for now about 6 years. We have passed through dark and light moments as any couple that last that long.
For a few months, everything has gone well. I mean, very well. We never disput, we just live. But sometimes, live starts to be just routine and I think we could live so many stuff out there. Life is short, I'm curious, I wanna discover many things and hope my loved ones could to do the same to enjoy life to its deepest. I'm someone very open minded and I started thinking about open relationship a few months before. Cause in my idealism dream, a relationship isn't defined by what happens in our bed and what happens in the bed don't define your feelings.
This week-end we get out, first time since a long time with my BF and some friends to an outside party. There was that girl, my BF starts to spoke to the night along, and at a time we were all drunk I don't know why, I watched them: she was pretty and I felt like she was a trustable person. They seem to please each other so I start telling my BF "well, if you want, you can have more with her, I'm OK". And I told him maybe 4 times. I almost litteraly threw him in her arms.
A few hours later I was so drunk my best friend put me into a taxi to get home.
The next morning I woke up and he, my BF, wasn't here next to me. So I started to understand. At that point, that didn't bother me. I told him I was OK and I was OK.
He came back in the afternoon. I asked him. He told me what I expected he had pass the night by her. Still it was OK. And then he started to cry, to feel deep anger. Saying he didn't understand why I said nothing, why I wasn't jealous. I told him what i thought and I told you. So then he started, always crying of anger, saying he has always been loyal and that his behaviour disgusted him, that it has never been him. I was drunk, in a goood mood and I wanted him to be happy. He was drunk and he thought that I told him to do whatever he wanted to provocate him. So at that point I understood I did shit. That I should have discuss that before with him. . That I should have seen it wasn't in his values. But still he did what he did, I know and I'm OK. I did the choice and did he as well.
But at that time we're lost. I know he loves me and I love him. But we've questionned ourselves all along the week-end. And not only about that night actually, but about many things in our couple, and also about simply ourselves, we hadn't discussed for a long time. He told me how he thinks he has the sentation to prevent me of moving forward, I told him how I think he makes me grow up. He told me how he's dealing with so many relatvies problems he never speak to me about. He only blames himself and so do I. We ended up tonight, he went back to his home and asked me to let him a few weeks of reflexions, not about us, but about him and what he's done.
Next to that, the girl was very embarassed for me, she called me to apologize, she was very confused through she knew (he told her) I was OK. And next to that, my bestfriend, through I explained her the whole situation, has started to fear for me and started get angry at my BF which hurted him more than I thought. It took huge proportions I feel very very stupid to havn't seen it coming. I did shit. What a dumbass I am. I don't understand what the fuck was the matter with me that night. Really. Please don't juge me, I already juge myself enough. And don't judge them, him and her, they already juge themselves enough.
And now, to top it all, I start feeling bad thinking at what happened between him and her. I can't even assume that choice anymore. I can't get the fuck why I did that. I thought about open relationship many times before, I did think that I wanted to discuss it with him but now I get haunted by the idea of her smell in my BF shirt the afternoon. I love freedom, for me and all the people I love I wish freedom and happyness.
This felt like freedom, in the paper, in my dreams, but now it feels more like self-destruction. What is wrong with me ? :'(
I know polyamory isn't the same as openrelationship (as I understand it, it's about open sex relation ship, not love). I write it here, cause I don't know where I could do it elsewhere. I hope I won't bother anybody. But i just need to share it. Please, I need no judgement against me or anybody involved in that story.
I did shit this weekend.
I'm in a relationship for now about 6 years. We have passed through dark and light moments as any couple that last that long.
For a few months, everything has gone well. I mean, very well. We never disput, we just live. But sometimes, live starts to be just routine and I think we could live so many stuff out there. Life is short, I'm curious, I wanna discover many things and hope my loved ones could to do the same to enjoy life to its deepest. I'm someone very open minded and I started thinking about open relationship a few months before. Cause in my idealism dream, a relationship isn't defined by what happens in our bed and what happens in the bed don't define your feelings.
This week-end we get out, first time since a long time with my BF and some friends to an outside party. There was that girl, my BF starts to spoke to the night along, and at a time we were all drunk I don't know why, I watched them: she was pretty and I felt like she was a trustable person. They seem to please each other so I start telling my BF "well, if you want, you can have more with her, I'm OK". And I told him maybe 4 times. I almost litteraly threw him in her arms.
A few hours later I was so drunk my best friend put me into a taxi to get home.
The next morning I woke up and he, my BF, wasn't here next to me. So I started to understand. At that point, that didn't bother me. I told him I was OK and I was OK.
He came back in the afternoon. I asked him. He told me what I expected he had pass the night by her. Still it was OK. And then he started to cry, to feel deep anger. Saying he didn't understand why I said nothing, why I wasn't jealous. I told him what i thought and I told you. So then he started, always crying of anger, saying he has always been loyal and that his behaviour disgusted him, that it has never been him. I was drunk, in a goood mood and I wanted him to be happy. He was drunk and he thought that I told him to do whatever he wanted to provocate him. So at that point I understood I did shit. That I should have discuss that before with him. . That I should have seen it wasn't in his values. But still he did what he did, I know and I'm OK. I did the choice and did he as well.
But at that time we're lost. I know he loves me and I love him. But we've questionned ourselves all along the week-end. And not only about that night actually, but about many things in our couple, and also about simply ourselves, we hadn't discussed for a long time. He told me how he thinks he has the sentation to prevent me of moving forward, I told him how I think he makes me grow up. He told me how he's dealing with so many relatvies problems he never speak to me about. He only blames himself and so do I. We ended up tonight, he went back to his home and asked me to let him a few weeks of reflexions, not about us, but about him and what he's done.
Next to that, the girl was very embarassed for me, she called me to apologize, she was very confused through she knew (he told her) I was OK. And next to that, my bestfriend, through I explained her the whole situation, has started to fear for me and started get angry at my BF which hurted him more than I thought. It took huge proportions I feel very very stupid to havn't seen it coming. I did shit. What a dumbass I am. I don't understand what the fuck was the matter with me that night. Really. Please don't juge me, I already juge myself enough. And don't judge them, him and her, they already juge themselves enough.
And now, to top it all, I start feeling bad thinking at what happened between him and her. I can't even assume that choice anymore. I can't get the fuck why I did that. I thought about open relationship many times before, I did think that I wanted to discuss it with him but now I get haunted by the idea of her smell in my BF shirt the afternoon. I love freedom, for me and all the people I love I wish freedom and happyness.
This felt like freedom, in the paper, in my dreams, but now it feels more like self-destruction. What is wrong with me ? :'(
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