Hello everyone.
I am a 35 year old woman. I have spent the last 10 years with my husband in a monogamous relationship. We have one very much loved kid, she was born about a year ago, after many years of in the end rather desperate attempts of having a child.
... and I had actually thought: we have it all. I mean: we of course have ups and downs in our relationship, but we have each other, we have our beautiful child, we have a good life. I am quite happy with my husband. Most of the time, anyway. I have friends who complain about a boring or non-existing sex life. Our sex life is fine.
15 years ago, I discovered that I fall in love with more than one person at a time. It happened for the first time when I had been with my boyfriend for about six years. I fell in love with that other man. And I was really in love with both. Very much. And I didn't see any reason why this shouldn't all work out. But both of them saw many reasons why it couldn't. They both wanted me to decide whom I love more, whom I love enough to stay with him and say forever goodbye to the other one. I felt like I had been hit by a train or something... and I fell apart. I had been completely honest with both of them. But then my boyfriend forbid me to ever see the other guy, again, to ever talk to him, again. And in a very desperate attempt to say my goodbyes, I had sex with the other guy. It didn't make me feel good, at all. But I felt like I had to at least do that if I was to say goodbye to him for a lifetime. ... and then I desperately tried to keep it together with my boyfriend. But we were somehow broken, damaged. He never trusted me, again. He behaved very... possessive. I felt trapped. And I asked him for a break from our relationship about 1.5 years later. And that break... well it never stopped being a break. It took me many years to get over this, I was still processing it several years into the relationship with my current husband.
My husband... I met him when I finally felt ready to let go of that former boyfriend and that other man. I felt still heartbroken, but ready to start something new. (I had several rather meaningless relationships in between... but they are kind of not worth mentioning, I wasn't in love with any of those guys.) I told my husband very early on that I fall in love with more than one person at a time. (I had no clue that there is a name for this.) And I also told him than I was going to let go of any other person that I would fall in love with while being with him. Because I thought everything else would just damage our relationship with each other. I also told him that from my side, he was free to do whatever he wants to do. I know that I can get jealous, but I am very sure that I can work it out, too, get over it. Well... so that was our "deal". I think he never even looked at another woman in all these years, though. Not even when we lived on different continents. Or he is hiding it very well. But I don't think so.
I have been falling in love with several guys over the past ten years. And I let it pass. I tried not to flirt with any of them, although I might have failed on that a couple of times. But nothing serious ever happened, and I never felt like I want to bring any of them into our relationship. I sometimes told my husband that I was in love with someone else, but sometimes, I didn't tell him; he didn't seem to care much; it just didn't matter. But now...
Now, that man from 15 years ago is back. He has been "back" for about two years. We told each other that we want to be friends. We very seriously tried. We have met, mostly with my husband present, a couple of times. And it was all fine. They are friendly with each other, the man and my husband. And then, booooooom, I fell in love with that man, all over, again. And he with me. (And "nothing happend", yet... but the falling in love is kind of "everything", anyway)
It is an extraordinary feeling. One that I had not expected to feel in my life, again. It is a very strong feeling. And I don't think I will be able to let it go. I mean, you never know what life brings, maybe I will want to let it go some years from now. Maybe not. But right now, I don't think I can let it go, again. I cannot let him ago, again. I don't know what exactly I want to do with him. I have no idea. But I want to be with him.
And I need to talk to my very monogamous husband about my feelings. It scares me so much. I am so afraid that he will put me into that "him or me" choice position, again (even though that was not my husband, who did that, 15 years ago, it was my ex-boyfriend). I will not be able to make this choice, ever, again; I cannot again choose to be somebody who I am not; to not love whom I love. And I know that my husband will definitely not want me to have sex with or kiss that other man. For sure not. He will be very jealous. That's just him. And I can try to have a platonic relationship with the other man, but it is rather clear to me that this attempt will fail one day. So... even though I will give it a try, a desperate try, to make this work, to stay with my husband, but also develop a romantic relationship with the other man, I expect that in short, my marriage will fall apart. It is not what I ever wanted for my kid. I love my husband very much. We could be a very happy family. If there just weren't my goddamn feelings for the other man.
So. That's me. Right now.
I am a 35 year old woman. I have spent the last 10 years with my husband in a monogamous relationship. We have one very much loved kid, she was born about a year ago, after many years of in the end rather desperate attempts of having a child.
... and I had actually thought: we have it all. I mean: we of course have ups and downs in our relationship, but we have each other, we have our beautiful child, we have a good life. I am quite happy with my husband. Most of the time, anyway. I have friends who complain about a boring or non-existing sex life. Our sex life is fine.
15 years ago, I discovered that I fall in love with more than one person at a time. It happened for the first time when I had been with my boyfriend for about six years. I fell in love with that other man. And I was really in love with both. Very much. And I didn't see any reason why this shouldn't all work out. But both of them saw many reasons why it couldn't. They both wanted me to decide whom I love more, whom I love enough to stay with him and say forever goodbye to the other one. I felt like I had been hit by a train or something... and I fell apart. I had been completely honest with both of them. But then my boyfriend forbid me to ever see the other guy, again, to ever talk to him, again. And in a very desperate attempt to say my goodbyes, I had sex with the other guy. It didn't make me feel good, at all. But I felt like I had to at least do that if I was to say goodbye to him for a lifetime. ... and then I desperately tried to keep it together with my boyfriend. But we were somehow broken, damaged. He never trusted me, again. He behaved very... possessive. I felt trapped. And I asked him for a break from our relationship about 1.5 years later. And that break... well it never stopped being a break. It took me many years to get over this, I was still processing it several years into the relationship with my current husband.
My husband... I met him when I finally felt ready to let go of that former boyfriend and that other man. I felt still heartbroken, but ready to start something new. (I had several rather meaningless relationships in between... but they are kind of not worth mentioning, I wasn't in love with any of those guys.) I told my husband very early on that I fall in love with more than one person at a time. (I had no clue that there is a name for this.) And I also told him than I was going to let go of any other person that I would fall in love with while being with him. Because I thought everything else would just damage our relationship with each other. I also told him that from my side, he was free to do whatever he wants to do. I know that I can get jealous, but I am very sure that I can work it out, too, get over it. Well... so that was our "deal". I think he never even looked at another woman in all these years, though. Not even when we lived on different continents. Or he is hiding it very well. But I don't think so.
I have been falling in love with several guys over the past ten years. And I let it pass. I tried not to flirt with any of them, although I might have failed on that a couple of times. But nothing serious ever happened, and I never felt like I want to bring any of them into our relationship. I sometimes told my husband that I was in love with someone else, but sometimes, I didn't tell him; he didn't seem to care much; it just didn't matter. But now...
Now, that man from 15 years ago is back. He has been "back" for about two years. We told each other that we want to be friends. We very seriously tried. We have met, mostly with my husband present, a couple of times. And it was all fine. They are friendly with each other, the man and my husband. And then, booooooom, I fell in love with that man, all over, again. And he with me. (And "nothing happend", yet... but the falling in love is kind of "everything", anyway)
It is an extraordinary feeling. One that I had not expected to feel in my life, again. It is a very strong feeling. And I don't think I will be able to let it go. I mean, you never know what life brings, maybe I will want to let it go some years from now. Maybe not. But right now, I don't think I can let it go, again. I cannot let him ago, again. I don't know what exactly I want to do with him. I have no idea. But I want to be with him.
And I need to talk to my very monogamous husband about my feelings. It scares me so much. I am so afraid that he will put me into that "him or me" choice position, again (even though that was not my husband, who did that, 15 years ago, it was my ex-boyfriend). I will not be able to make this choice, ever, again; I cannot again choose to be somebody who I am not; to not love whom I love. And I know that my husband will definitely not want me to have sex with or kiss that other man. For sure not. He will be very jealous. That's just him. And I can try to have a platonic relationship with the other man, but it is rather clear to me that this attempt will fail one day. So... even though I will give it a try, a desperate try, to make this work, to stay with my husband, but also develop a romantic relationship with the other man, I expect that in short, my marriage will fall apart. It is not what I ever wanted for my kid. I love my husband very much. We could be a very happy family. If there just weren't my goddamn feelings for the other man.
So. That's me. Right now.