I am living with this situation in my head and have no one around me that can understand on a 'poly' level. So I am hoping that I can have a bit of a sounding board here. I apologize that this will be super long, but I have to get it out of my head somehow. What I am really looking to do is to calm my head to a place of relaxing a bit and seeing how things play out.
My background is that I have been in somewhat open or poly relationships for most of my romantic life. I married my first (passed away) husband when I was 19. We were monogamous for a bit, but then we opened up to occasional play partners. I have always known people that considered themselves poly, but didn't really think it would be me. Well, as I moved on, I decided that, at the very least, I had poly-leanings. I was coming to this just at the time he died.
I picked up a relationship with one of my playmates that had been running for nearly a year at that stage. I slipped into that relationship. I tried very hard at first to have the 'Look, I am poly' conversation, but he kept shutting it down, and saying we could talk about it later. Well, we didn't. A few years down the line, we got married. But he became emotionally abusive, to the extent where I had to leave him. So I did.
I decided this was now my time to really explore my own poly. A couple that I had known for a long time, and for whom I had feelings, asked me to move in with them as part of a triad. (I am bisexual.) I did. For a while, it felt really good, until the male turned out to be somebody that just could not play by the rules. We set very few rules when we started.
1) Everybody gets tested.
2) No fluid bonding outside of our circle.
3) Not one particular person who had been hurtful to many in the past.
He broke two of these, by having unprotected sex with that person in our bed while both the other woman and I were around. It was a betrayal. After a bit, I decided to leave.
I've spent the last year or so working, and living with my best friend. He and I will never be a couple. I would kill him. So that felt like a space to sort of find myself a bit.
Anyway, about two months into this year, I had a totally chance meeting with one of his friends. It was like the breath was taken out of me. We clicked instantly and in a way I really haven't felt before.
He was married. I have a no-married-guys rule. But the thing is, I was dumb, and even though he was wearing a ring, I honestly didn't see it. By the time I had mentally decided to 'go there' with him, I was already committed in my mind to doing it.
We did, and it was beautiful. He and I started up what has been a pretty intense but largely long-distance love affair. I really tried to shield myself from all the married men cliches, but it was just such an intense bonding. On one of our very first nights, he asked me to tell him about myself. This was at a stage after leaving my marriage where I was deciding to tell people outwardly that I am bi, poly, etc.
So, I did, and it was like a world opened up in his eyes, and he realized that he was likely poly too. I know many people whose path to poly started with cheating. Perhaps sad, but also true. It concerned me a bit from the start that he hadn't really researched poly much, but just knew that was what he was when he reviewed his life in his head. Being with me and me being okay with non-monogamy really enriched him and brought him to a place where he finally felt there was nothing wrong with him.
We spent about ten months seeing each other once or twice a month (we lived in separate parts of CA). Of course, he was still married, and I was feeling guilty about how much in love I was with a married man, while also trying to guard myself from being a cliche. At this stage, I trusted this man with almost every fiber of my being. I have such huge trust issues after the abuse, and then what happened in my triad, so this is a huge deal to me.
In the time when we were apart, we both knew there would be other sexual partners. Clearly he was still married. I also knew of one other lover of his, and he was always honest with me about meeting up with her. He knew that my best friend and I were friends with benefits at times, and there was a chance that we would have sex now and then. Heck, he and I even had a threeway with one of his FWBs that was/is herself poly, and I was okay with all of that.
My background is that I have been in somewhat open or poly relationships for most of my romantic life. I married my first (passed away) husband when I was 19. We were monogamous for a bit, but then we opened up to occasional play partners. I have always known people that considered themselves poly, but didn't really think it would be me. Well, as I moved on, I decided that, at the very least, I had poly-leanings. I was coming to this just at the time he died.
I picked up a relationship with one of my playmates that had been running for nearly a year at that stage. I slipped into that relationship. I tried very hard at first to have the 'Look, I am poly' conversation, but he kept shutting it down, and saying we could talk about it later. Well, we didn't. A few years down the line, we got married. But he became emotionally abusive, to the extent where I had to leave him. So I did.
I decided this was now my time to really explore my own poly. A couple that I had known for a long time, and for whom I had feelings, asked me to move in with them as part of a triad. (I am bisexual.) I did. For a while, it felt really good, until the male turned out to be somebody that just could not play by the rules. We set very few rules when we started.
1) Everybody gets tested.
2) No fluid bonding outside of our circle.
3) Not one particular person who had been hurtful to many in the past.
He broke two of these, by having unprotected sex with that person in our bed while both the other woman and I were around. It was a betrayal. After a bit, I decided to leave.
I've spent the last year or so working, and living with my best friend. He and I will never be a couple. I would kill him. So that felt like a space to sort of find myself a bit.
Anyway, about two months into this year, I had a totally chance meeting with one of his friends. It was like the breath was taken out of me. We clicked instantly and in a way I really haven't felt before.
He was married. I have a no-married-guys rule. But the thing is, I was dumb, and even though he was wearing a ring, I honestly didn't see it. By the time I had mentally decided to 'go there' with him, I was already committed in my mind to doing it.
We did, and it was beautiful. He and I started up what has been a pretty intense but largely long-distance love affair. I really tried to shield myself from all the married men cliches, but it was just such an intense bonding. On one of our very first nights, he asked me to tell him about myself. This was at a stage after leaving my marriage where I was deciding to tell people outwardly that I am bi, poly, etc.
So, I did, and it was like a world opened up in his eyes, and he realized that he was likely poly too. I know many people whose path to poly started with cheating. Perhaps sad, but also true. It concerned me a bit from the start that he hadn't really researched poly much, but just knew that was what he was when he reviewed his life in his head. Being with me and me being okay with non-monogamy really enriched him and brought him to a place where he finally felt there was nothing wrong with him.
We spent about ten months seeing each other once or twice a month (we lived in separate parts of CA). Of course, he was still married, and I was feeling guilty about how much in love I was with a married man, while also trying to guard myself from being a cliche. At this stage, I trusted this man with almost every fiber of my being. I have such huge trust issues after the abuse, and then what happened in my triad, so this is a huge deal to me.
In the time when we were apart, we both knew there would be other sexual partners. Clearly he was still married. I also knew of one other lover of his, and he was always honest with me about meeting up with her. He knew that my best friend and I were friends with benefits at times, and there was a chance that we would have sex now and then. Heck, he and I even had a threeway with one of his FWBs that was/is herself poly, and I was okay with all of that.