I've been struggling for about 4 months now. My parents died recently and I was in a deep state of emotional ruin. A few months after the death, while I am still trying to figure out how to cope, my wife of 20 years pulls me aside and tells me she is polyamorous, has a boyfriend, and wants to know if she can proceed.
I'm in such a state of ruin. I am afraid her depression (which seemed related to the recent election and how the world is going) would get worse if I said no. She has a history of self harm, and I wondered if she would act out on that. I was afraid for her, so I agreed to "allow" her to explore and understand this internal emotion.
She asked for rules, but I have been in a one-sided poly relationship in the past, and rules always got bent, broken, amended, and in the end I was just an empty shell of a human. I honestly don't know how I survived. I explained to her that my mindset is that the least harmful path is the one of consideration and respect, but that I am not ready to share my wife's body with anyone.
I am aware of the perspective she is sharing her body with me, but I don't know how else to state it.
If she was ever in doubt that I would be ok with something, just ask. I realize this is far too open-ended for comfort, but I don't know how else to structure something like this.
I should mention that she knows I am pretty much completely against the polyamorous lifestyle for myself, but I do not hold it against others if they feel that is their calling.
I don't know what to make of a 20-year marriage with almost zero conflict, 2 amazing children, and a very fulfilling and deeply connected partnership, suddenly expecting to be polyamorous.
If I do not consent to a physical relationship involving intimacy, but fully allow an emotional one, am I being fundamentally cruel? Or is that perfectly logical, given we now have opposing ideologies, but neither one of us want to hurt the other or be apart from one another?
I've been very supportive the whole way through. She asks for advice on how to respond to things he says or does. In many ways, I feel I am being self-destructive, but I do enjoy seeing the life in my wife's eyes and having something of a catty gay couple relationship when we talk about the man we refer to as our boyfriend. There is plenty that is fun in all of this. Don't get me wrong.
But try as I might, I just cannot get over the physical thing. I just don't get it. She knows it would kill me. But I have no way of weaning into that kind of lifestyle, and honestly, I don't want to. Not now or ever.
I said this to them both, and they both seemed to be accommodating to the idea. However, when I hear him refer to my position, he speaks like I will come around some day and we will all be in threesomes. I sincerely do not want to build his hopes up, or my wife's. But I feel that if I consent to them being physical, it will lead to me being left in emotional ruin and that I will no longer see my wife with the desire and adoration that I still have now.
I also fear that not consenting would lead to an affair, or my wife agreeing to end this effort, and then becoming depressed and possibly suicidal again.
I need to be able to function to take care of our children, but this is all-consuming and I have no way to regulate the anxiety, loss of sleep, appetite, or frankly, desire to keep living. I have no idea why I am so affected by this, but it is the honest truth and I would appreciate not being shamed for having feelings that would normally end up with an intervention. I am just purely devastated.
I help facilitate dates we all go on. He dates couples, and in this case, a couple where one is poly and the other is not. It seems like a futile effort to me if sex is the goal. But if it is about comradery and building a stronger future for both of our families. and sex is not involved, then I can see why this whole thing could be beneficial, and maybe in the long run I might not be bothered by the sexual nature of this relationship, if it should surface. But that could be far down the line, which may be torturous for all of us. So I encourage movie nights, cooking together, going to events, anything to get used to one another and see how we bond as humans. We do all of this and we all have a great time. But then I will have a wave of sadness and my wife instantly collapses, stating how cruel I am being by having negative reactions that I legitimately cannot control and would prefer not to hide.
Sometimes I just panic attack and my wife has to talk me back into reality. Sometimes she freaks out saying she is an awful wife for doing this to me, and I calm her down and remind her we are so much stronger and closer after all of the heartache and difficult conversations revolving around this, and that she has done nothing wrong. She is a wonderful person and I do not believe anyone should accept being anything other than themselves for anyone.
But here we are. Being me would demand she does not have a sexual relationship with others. Being her might not include exclusivity. So we have these emotional rifts often. Not fights, mind you. Just meltdowns that are usually compassionately handled, and when they are not, we don't argue. We just sort of lie in despair trying to think over the subject at hand.
At our worst times, she will bring up the importance of autonomy and freedom, which I believe we all just intrinsically have. We just don't have impunity. I openly admit this could end our marriage, and she gives me this look of complete devastation. She has a strong rejection complex, but I cannot lie to her and pretend our marriage will be ok if I have to just accept this way of life. I can't help what I am any more than she can.
My fears are woven in experience and the familiar emotions that came with all that happened in the past. While trauma shouldn't block you from truly living, there is no way I want to risk the ruin I experienced for something like sex, and I wonder why anyone else would.
Our home could vanish. Our children-- what would they think? Would they vilify either of us or both? They both know we have a boyfriend, but they don't know I am not consensual about the physical end of things.
So I wonder if I am just being cruel by supporting her in this effort, or if I have to just outright tell her I cannot function properly when all I can think about is why my wife suddenly wants a sexual relationship, and seems to have no concern for how it will affect our marriage or children's life.
I hear a lot of buzz words, which I hate. I don't like labels; even the "polybomb" one seems offensive to me. But when I hear things like "authentic self" and "autonomy and freedom" from so many people I know, all at the same time, I start to wonder if this is truly polyamory, or an interesting idea seeped from a ton of social media feeds.
She was depressed, after all, and I was an emotional wreck from my parents' death. I can't blame her for finding joy in something new. But I want to be positive it is real before just allowing some guy from the internet to have sexual relations with my wife. I mean, what if he's just a really cunning man who looks for lonely housewives?
My wife hates the emotional boomerang. I am elated one day because I love seeing her glow. Then I am deeply depressed another day and cannot hide my sorrow, which brings her down, and then we both spiral. I can't stand hurting my wife's feelings, and she can't stand hurting mine. So how can I be supportive of her? How can I actively encourage my wife to experience a poly lifestyle while it ruins me from the inside? I don't want to leave her. I don't want her to ever be in the emotional space I am in now. She was suicidal, and now the roles have reversed. I think about suicide constantly, but probably because it is easier for me to just brush it off and say I can always just end it all instead of legitimately trying to find out how to live with this. It is selfish, but isn't it also selfish to insist your husband accepts this lifestyle all of a sudden? I just don't know what the ethical path is here.
I am overwhelmed. I am terrified. I am devastated. But I recognize a newness and glowing life in my wife that I haven't seen in a long time. A glow that I fear will vanish if I leave her over this. I just don't know what to do. Am I being cruel by not ending this relationship now? Am I being cruel if I ask her to step back from this and try to turn the relationship platonic? She has said I can ask her to stop at any point, but I don't do that because I think that in itself is cruel. It's only been 4 months, and I just feel completely drained, exhausted. I haven't slept since this began. I have no idea how I will survive another month, year, or more. I do not want this life. I want what most people who have been bombed want. I want my spouse back, the way we were. But that... would be cruel.
Has anyone else here been in this spot? What are your stories? What did you do, or what are you doing? I would like to hear from others.
I'm in such a state of ruin. I am afraid her depression (which seemed related to the recent election and how the world is going) would get worse if I said no. She has a history of self harm, and I wondered if she would act out on that. I was afraid for her, so I agreed to "allow" her to explore and understand this internal emotion.
She asked for rules, but I have been in a one-sided poly relationship in the past, and rules always got bent, broken, amended, and in the end I was just an empty shell of a human. I honestly don't know how I survived. I explained to her that my mindset is that the least harmful path is the one of consideration and respect, but that I am not ready to share my wife's body with anyone.
I am aware of the perspective she is sharing her body with me, but I don't know how else to state it.
If she was ever in doubt that I would be ok with something, just ask. I realize this is far too open-ended for comfort, but I don't know how else to structure something like this.
I should mention that she knows I am pretty much completely against the polyamorous lifestyle for myself, but I do not hold it against others if they feel that is their calling.
I don't know what to make of a 20-year marriage with almost zero conflict, 2 amazing children, and a very fulfilling and deeply connected partnership, suddenly expecting to be polyamorous.
If I do not consent to a physical relationship involving intimacy, but fully allow an emotional one, am I being fundamentally cruel? Or is that perfectly logical, given we now have opposing ideologies, but neither one of us want to hurt the other or be apart from one another?
I've been very supportive the whole way through. She asks for advice on how to respond to things he says or does. In many ways, I feel I am being self-destructive, but I do enjoy seeing the life in my wife's eyes and having something of a catty gay couple relationship when we talk about the man we refer to as our boyfriend. There is plenty that is fun in all of this. Don't get me wrong.
But try as I might, I just cannot get over the physical thing. I just don't get it. She knows it would kill me. But I have no way of weaning into that kind of lifestyle, and honestly, I don't want to. Not now or ever.
I said this to them both, and they both seemed to be accommodating to the idea. However, when I hear him refer to my position, he speaks like I will come around some day and we will all be in threesomes. I sincerely do not want to build his hopes up, or my wife's. But I feel that if I consent to them being physical, it will lead to me being left in emotional ruin and that I will no longer see my wife with the desire and adoration that I still have now.
I also fear that not consenting would lead to an affair, or my wife agreeing to end this effort, and then becoming depressed and possibly suicidal again.
I need to be able to function to take care of our children, but this is all-consuming and I have no way to regulate the anxiety, loss of sleep, appetite, or frankly, desire to keep living. I have no idea why I am so affected by this, but it is the honest truth and I would appreciate not being shamed for having feelings that would normally end up with an intervention. I am just purely devastated.
I help facilitate dates we all go on. He dates couples, and in this case, a couple where one is poly and the other is not. It seems like a futile effort to me if sex is the goal. But if it is about comradery and building a stronger future for both of our families. and sex is not involved, then I can see why this whole thing could be beneficial, and maybe in the long run I might not be bothered by the sexual nature of this relationship, if it should surface. But that could be far down the line, which may be torturous for all of us. So I encourage movie nights, cooking together, going to events, anything to get used to one another and see how we bond as humans. We do all of this and we all have a great time. But then I will have a wave of sadness and my wife instantly collapses, stating how cruel I am being by having negative reactions that I legitimately cannot control and would prefer not to hide.
Sometimes I just panic attack and my wife has to talk me back into reality. Sometimes she freaks out saying she is an awful wife for doing this to me, and I calm her down and remind her we are so much stronger and closer after all of the heartache and difficult conversations revolving around this, and that she has done nothing wrong. She is a wonderful person and I do not believe anyone should accept being anything other than themselves for anyone.
But here we are. Being me would demand she does not have a sexual relationship with others. Being her might not include exclusivity. So we have these emotional rifts often. Not fights, mind you. Just meltdowns that are usually compassionately handled, and when they are not, we don't argue. We just sort of lie in despair trying to think over the subject at hand.
At our worst times, she will bring up the importance of autonomy and freedom, which I believe we all just intrinsically have. We just don't have impunity. I openly admit this could end our marriage, and she gives me this look of complete devastation. She has a strong rejection complex, but I cannot lie to her and pretend our marriage will be ok if I have to just accept this way of life. I can't help what I am any more than she can.
My fears are woven in experience and the familiar emotions that came with all that happened in the past. While trauma shouldn't block you from truly living, there is no way I want to risk the ruin I experienced for something like sex, and I wonder why anyone else would.
Our home could vanish. Our children-- what would they think? Would they vilify either of us or both? They both know we have a boyfriend, but they don't know I am not consensual about the physical end of things.
So I wonder if I am just being cruel by supporting her in this effort, or if I have to just outright tell her I cannot function properly when all I can think about is why my wife suddenly wants a sexual relationship, and seems to have no concern for how it will affect our marriage or children's life.
I hear a lot of buzz words, which I hate. I don't like labels; even the "polybomb" one seems offensive to me. But when I hear things like "authentic self" and "autonomy and freedom" from so many people I know, all at the same time, I start to wonder if this is truly polyamory, or an interesting idea seeped from a ton of social media feeds.
She was depressed, after all, and I was an emotional wreck from my parents' death. I can't blame her for finding joy in something new. But I want to be positive it is real before just allowing some guy from the internet to have sexual relations with my wife. I mean, what if he's just a really cunning man who looks for lonely housewives?
My wife hates the emotional boomerang. I am elated one day because I love seeing her glow. Then I am deeply depressed another day and cannot hide my sorrow, which brings her down, and then we both spiral. I can't stand hurting my wife's feelings, and she can't stand hurting mine. So how can I be supportive of her? How can I actively encourage my wife to experience a poly lifestyle while it ruins me from the inside? I don't want to leave her. I don't want her to ever be in the emotional space I am in now. She was suicidal, and now the roles have reversed. I think about suicide constantly, but probably because it is easier for me to just brush it off and say I can always just end it all instead of legitimately trying to find out how to live with this. It is selfish, but isn't it also selfish to insist your husband accepts this lifestyle all of a sudden? I just don't know what the ethical path is here.
I am overwhelmed. I am terrified. I am devastated. But I recognize a newness and glowing life in my wife that I haven't seen in a long time. A glow that I fear will vanish if I leave her over this. I just don't know what to do. Am I being cruel by not ending this relationship now? Am I being cruel if I ask her to step back from this and try to turn the relationship platonic? She has said I can ask her to stop at any point, but I don't do that because I think that in itself is cruel. It's only been 4 months, and I just feel completely drained, exhausted. I haven't slept since this began. I have no idea how I will survive another month, year, or more. I do not want this life. I want what most people who have been bombed want. I want my spouse back, the way we were. But that... would be cruel.
Has anyone else here been in this spot? What are your stories? What did you do, or what are you doing? I would like to hear from others.