Faerylights
New member
So I'm a new member (female, bi and about a 4 on the Kinsey scale), and had shared on the Introductions thread that I've been involved, first as a close friend and then as an occasional lover/friend, with a het male/bi female couple whom I adore. During the times we slept together, I was repeatedly told that they loved me, had talked about how great it would be if I moved in (they regularly have close friends as housemates for extended periods of time), mentioned having me down to visit her mother (who's known me for 16 or so years) for Christmas, and being open with her about having me as their polyamorous partner. They also said I was the only person either of them would consider for this sort of thing and that I'm incredibly special to them.
I assumed that all this meant they were looking for some sort of poly-fi triad. None of us have previous poly experience, but my one red flag at the time was the husband ruling that neither of them would have sex with me unless they both were involved.
I asked to put the sexual relationship on pause because of that, and because I'm already out as queer and know how much harder things will be if I'm actively poly, too -- I've already had a terrible experience mentioning the couple to my mother, who is queer-tolerant but views anything poly as adultery (wish I'd known that sooner). They told me this was perfectly all right because they wanted me in their lives no matter what and were happy to give me time. I tried seeing a nice girl I'd dated a bit previously, realized I don't and probably can't love her, and being without my couple, physically, made me sad, even though we all hang out multiple times a week.
I also have sexual-trauma-related PTSD, and they both know they're some of the only people I feel comfortable with sexually, because of our long-term friendship and the trust and affection that have been built there.
I've thought, privately blogged, and tried to read a fair amount on what is emotionally healthy, safe, sane, and reasonable in terms of triad relationships.
Yesterday, I sat down with them (first with my closest friend, the wife, whom I've known much longer) and asked about dating them. She was excited, but I emphasized, and she agreed, we'd need to do lots of conversing and thinking about the logistics of it and what we all wanted. Her husband took a break from what he was doing and I explained what I'd just brought up. He said he would need time to think and had just started a Call of Duty raid with his best long-distance friend.
After the raid, she had to go to bed (earlier work start time) and he and I sat and talked. I reiterated what I'd discussed with his wife -- they've been stating they love me and want me around; we're all close friends; they're there for me during rough patches and fun times (as I am for them); and I wanted to know if they would date me. I was very specific about not being confined to an "only when the other is present" rule -- I care about them both deeply and want the freedom to touch or kiss either of them, and be embraced in return, regardless of another witness; I want a closed relationship where I'm not second class and we would be working toward that.
That was when he told me not to take this the wrong way, but they'd considered everything they did with me "experimenting." Not, he hastened to add, that they'd have wanted to with anyone but me. He said he'd consider a relationship, that he did really care about me, but he was prone to jealousy, and his greatest concern in including a third was feeling his relationship with his wife was threatened, and he didn't know how long it might take for him to not always put their 14-year relationship ahead of their relationship with me, when it came to decision making, crises, etc. I explained how much I valued their marriage, and that I only wanted to share it, not create fissures. I said them saying "We love you" and our discussions about me moving in had led me to me to think they wanted something more than a live-in "experiment."
I cried. He held my hand, hugged me, promised to give it time and thought, and was content to hang out and talk until I felt I needed to go. He kissed me goodnight, twice, which he's never done without her present, and I went home to sleep, and have nightmares, and wake up sad, and think, and wait.
I'm not sorry I put my heart out there, even though I was mistaken about how much serious thought they had given me. It's been almost two years since I was really serious about anyone and felt capable of opening up that much, so in that respect I see the bravery to state what I wanted as healthy.
But I'm miserable that the people I thought wanted to build something with me had been throwing their language out casually, and apparently been considering me as a potential live-in pet. I'm pretty serious, and he's pretty serious, and she can be flirty, but she's a deep, caring, and loyal friend. I never considered my long-time friends would misunderstand me enough to be surprised that I asked them out.
I feel like I've already lost something, regardless of what they talk about between themselves or with me. Does anyone here have any insight or experience they can share? I'm not afraid to hear "Run. Run far away" -- that's why I'm asking for advice. It's been a hard day.
I assumed that all this meant they were looking for some sort of poly-fi triad. None of us have previous poly experience, but my one red flag at the time was the husband ruling that neither of them would have sex with me unless they both were involved.
I asked to put the sexual relationship on pause because of that, and because I'm already out as queer and know how much harder things will be if I'm actively poly, too -- I've already had a terrible experience mentioning the couple to my mother, who is queer-tolerant but views anything poly as adultery (wish I'd known that sooner). They told me this was perfectly all right because they wanted me in their lives no matter what and were happy to give me time. I tried seeing a nice girl I'd dated a bit previously, realized I don't and probably can't love her, and being without my couple, physically, made me sad, even though we all hang out multiple times a week.
I also have sexual-trauma-related PTSD, and they both know they're some of the only people I feel comfortable with sexually, because of our long-term friendship and the trust and affection that have been built there.
I've thought, privately blogged, and tried to read a fair amount on what is emotionally healthy, safe, sane, and reasonable in terms of triad relationships.
Yesterday, I sat down with them (first with my closest friend, the wife, whom I've known much longer) and asked about dating them. She was excited, but I emphasized, and she agreed, we'd need to do lots of conversing and thinking about the logistics of it and what we all wanted. Her husband took a break from what he was doing and I explained what I'd just brought up. He said he would need time to think and had just started a Call of Duty raid with his best long-distance friend.
After the raid, she had to go to bed (earlier work start time) and he and I sat and talked. I reiterated what I'd discussed with his wife -- they've been stating they love me and want me around; we're all close friends; they're there for me during rough patches and fun times (as I am for them); and I wanted to know if they would date me. I was very specific about not being confined to an "only when the other is present" rule -- I care about them both deeply and want the freedom to touch or kiss either of them, and be embraced in return, regardless of another witness; I want a closed relationship where I'm not second class and we would be working toward that.
That was when he told me not to take this the wrong way, but they'd considered everything they did with me "experimenting." Not, he hastened to add, that they'd have wanted to with anyone but me. He said he'd consider a relationship, that he did really care about me, but he was prone to jealousy, and his greatest concern in including a third was feeling his relationship with his wife was threatened, and he didn't know how long it might take for him to not always put their 14-year relationship ahead of their relationship with me, when it came to decision making, crises, etc. I explained how much I valued their marriage, and that I only wanted to share it, not create fissures. I said them saying "We love you" and our discussions about me moving in had led me to me to think they wanted something more than a live-in "experiment."
I cried. He held my hand, hugged me, promised to give it time and thought, and was content to hang out and talk until I felt I needed to go. He kissed me goodnight, twice, which he's never done without her present, and I went home to sleep, and have nightmares, and wake up sad, and think, and wait.
I'm not sorry I put my heart out there, even though I was mistaken about how much serious thought they had given me. It's been almost two years since I was really serious about anyone and felt capable of opening up that much, so in that respect I see the bravery to state what I wanted as healthy.
But I'm miserable that the people I thought wanted to build something with me had been throwing their language out casually, and apparently been considering me as a potential live-in pet. I'm pretty serious, and he's pretty serious, and she can be flirty, but she's a deep, caring, and loyal friend. I never considered my long-time friends would misunderstand me enough to be surprised that I asked them out.
I feel like I've already lost something, regardless of what they talk about between themselves or with me. Does anyone here have any insight or experience they can share? I'm not afraid to hear "Run. Run far away" -- that's why I'm asking for advice. It's been a hard day.