Hi there! First time poster, but I've been lurking without an account all morning and I wanted to ask for some advice or direction.
A little background: I (28F) and my husband (30M) have been together 10 years. We have been monogamous this entire time. However, about 5 years ago, I developed a crush on a friend and we shared a kiss. I confessed to my husband immediately, and I came out to him as bisexual and polyamorous -- two things I have known about myself for much longer beforehand, but never had the courage to speak up about. I expressed an interest in dating other people. Not even with the thought that I want to go out and actively participate in the dating pool, but with the idea that if a new friendship becomes more heated, that I would like to be able to explore that romantic connection and see where it goes.
He began to have severe, debilitating panic attacks with physical tremors, expressed so many fears of feeling like he was in danger of being replaced or neglected, and told me that under no circumstances was he going to consider opening our relationship. I tried to stand my ground and let him know that it was going to be difficult for me to completely sideline this part of my identity. After months of hard discussions that kept us up late at night and never went anywhere, I just decided to let it go. After all, our discussions had started with me doing something that broke the boundaries of our relationship, so I felt extremely guilty and monstrous. I told him to just think on it, to try to work on his insecurities and let me know when he was ready to have a discussion.
Fast forward to now, five years later... the discussion never occurred. Any time I mentioned that I felt my identity was poly, or even when I mentioned polyamory in any kind of positive context, such as admiring people in poly arrangements with strong communication skills, or shipping three characters in a TV show together, he would have violent panic attacks and I would have to reassure him that everything was okay, etc. Over time, I just clammed up about it because I didn't want to upset him. But this part of me didn't ever go away. I still develop crushes on people, and I have ended friendships because I was terrified of betraying my husband. I still really yearn for the romantic experiences and intimacy that I would like to form with others. I've tried to quietly nurture my polyam identity and love myself for it, but it always felt like it was something nasty that needed to be locked away.
Last weekend we were at a friend's house and they put on a music video for a song that was blatantly themed around queer love. It suddenly brought up a lot of emotions of missing out, regret, and instability within me, and I cried. Later that evening, I expressed to him that I'd been feeling like this part of myself has been neglected for the last five years. We ended up spending the whole night talking about our fundamentally different views on what love, romance, and intimacy is. We went to bed tabling the discussion for another time.
And then last night, we did it again, staying up till 4am on a work night while I reassured him that I love him, that I don't wish to replace him, that if I were to explore other relationships, I would do everything in my power to meet all of his needs. I talked him through multiple panic attacks and provided a lot of physical comfort. His responses felt very pointed. He said that I was causing him pain by making him imagine me loving other people, that I'm asking him to change who he is as a person. He is terrified that I will have no time or energy for him if I do things with other people. He doesn't care that I already have friends and family that I spend a lot of time talking to or hanging out with -- to him, a romantic interest makes it different.
In the meantime, his career has shifted in a way that has him away from home and working as a paralegal, or at law school, from 9am-10pm most days. I work from home as a freelancer and I've developed a lot of my social circle online. He leans on me heavily as his only source of emotional comfort and intimacy, and when he is home I put 100% of all of my attention on him. I don't resent his need to be away from home for his job, which he is very passionate about. But I think it highlights that I have a lot of time to put my energy into other things and people, and it doesn't have to take away from him. And as he eventually finishes law school and becomes a lawyer, I think it's pretty likely that his time expenditure towards his career will not decrease in any meaningful way.
The worst part is, outside of this issue, I feel that my husband and I have a really strong, loving relationship! He is very supportive and gentle towards me in every way. We have a lovely home and a few pets together, and we intend to have kids one day. I know that this isn't nearly the kind of intense entanglement some couples who have been together a long time have, but I really don't want us to break up. I love him very dearly. But I also want to love myself and put my own interests at a priority.
I just feel so lost. I mean... AITA??? lol
I feel like I'm being asked to put my own needs back into the box and just keep it that way. And while I'm happy in my marriage generally, I have felt like this aspect of me is kind of our "dirty little secret" that I have to continually mitigate and ignore. I don't want to drop the issue as it's very important to me. But I'm also really worried that if I don't drop it... I'll basically be out on the street with nothing. And that's a really scary position to be in.
I would love any commentary, advice, resources, etc....
And frankly I would love any advice that isn't that I need to just divorce my husband and get it over with. If it comes to that, it will. But right now I want to focus on what I can productively do to make our conversations and discussions feel like we're getting somewhere. Tysm for reading<3
A little background: I (28F) and my husband (30M) have been together 10 years. We have been monogamous this entire time. However, about 5 years ago, I developed a crush on a friend and we shared a kiss. I confessed to my husband immediately, and I came out to him as bisexual and polyamorous -- two things I have known about myself for much longer beforehand, but never had the courage to speak up about. I expressed an interest in dating other people. Not even with the thought that I want to go out and actively participate in the dating pool, but with the idea that if a new friendship becomes more heated, that I would like to be able to explore that romantic connection and see where it goes.
He began to have severe, debilitating panic attacks with physical tremors, expressed so many fears of feeling like he was in danger of being replaced or neglected, and told me that under no circumstances was he going to consider opening our relationship. I tried to stand my ground and let him know that it was going to be difficult for me to completely sideline this part of my identity. After months of hard discussions that kept us up late at night and never went anywhere, I just decided to let it go. After all, our discussions had started with me doing something that broke the boundaries of our relationship, so I felt extremely guilty and monstrous. I told him to just think on it, to try to work on his insecurities and let me know when he was ready to have a discussion.
Fast forward to now, five years later... the discussion never occurred. Any time I mentioned that I felt my identity was poly, or even when I mentioned polyamory in any kind of positive context, such as admiring people in poly arrangements with strong communication skills, or shipping three characters in a TV show together, he would have violent panic attacks and I would have to reassure him that everything was okay, etc. Over time, I just clammed up about it because I didn't want to upset him. But this part of me didn't ever go away. I still develop crushes on people, and I have ended friendships because I was terrified of betraying my husband. I still really yearn for the romantic experiences and intimacy that I would like to form with others. I've tried to quietly nurture my polyam identity and love myself for it, but it always felt like it was something nasty that needed to be locked away.
Last weekend we were at a friend's house and they put on a music video for a song that was blatantly themed around queer love. It suddenly brought up a lot of emotions of missing out, regret, and instability within me, and I cried. Later that evening, I expressed to him that I'd been feeling like this part of myself has been neglected for the last five years. We ended up spending the whole night talking about our fundamentally different views on what love, romance, and intimacy is. We went to bed tabling the discussion for another time.
And then last night, we did it again, staying up till 4am on a work night while I reassured him that I love him, that I don't wish to replace him, that if I were to explore other relationships, I would do everything in my power to meet all of his needs. I talked him through multiple panic attacks and provided a lot of physical comfort. His responses felt very pointed. He said that I was causing him pain by making him imagine me loving other people, that I'm asking him to change who he is as a person. He is terrified that I will have no time or energy for him if I do things with other people. He doesn't care that I already have friends and family that I spend a lot of time talking to or hanging out with -- to him, a romantic interest makes it different.
In the meantime, his career has shifted in a way that has him away from home and working as a paralegal, or at law school, from 9am-10pm most days. I work from home as a freelancer and I've developed a lot of my social circle online. He leans on me heavily as his only source of emotional comfort and intimacy, and when he is home I put 100% of all of my attention on him. I don't resent his need to be away from home for his job, which he is very passionate about. But I think it highlights that I have a lot of time to put my energy into other things and people, and it doesn't have to take away from him. And as he eventually finishes law school and becomes a lawyer, I think it's pretty likely that his time expenditure towards his career will not decrease in any meaningful way.
The worst part is, outside of this issue, I feel that my husband and I have a really strong, loving relationship! He is very supportive and gentle towards me in every way. We have a lovely home and a few pets together, and we intend to have kids one day. I know that this isn't nearly the kind of intense entanglement some couples who have been together a long time have, but I really don't want us to break up. I love him very dearly. But I also want to love myself and put my own interests at a priority.
I just feel so lost. I mean... AITA??? lol
I feel like I'm being asked to put my own needs back into the box and just keep it that way. And while I'm happy in my marriage generally, I have felt like this aspect of me is kind of our "dirty little secret" that I have to continually mitigate and ignore. I don't want to drop the issue as it's very important to me. But I'm also really worried that if I don't drop it... I'll basically be out on the street with nothing. And that's a really scary position to be in.
I would love any commentary, advice, resources, etc....
And frankly I would love any advice that isn't that I need to just divorce my husband and get it over with. If it comes to that, it will. But right now I want to focus on what I can productively do to make our conversations and discussions feel like we're getting somewhere. Tysm for reading<3