PetiteFemme
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Content warning: rape mention and self-harm mention
Recently I came out to my boyfriend as being polyamorous. He didn't take it well at all. I initially told him over the phone because I made the mistake of trying to give him a heads up on talking to him about something. He didn't want to wait for us to meet in person and so I told him. He told me things like "I don't make you happy enough" and "I'm not good enough for you". Even though I told him differently, he didn't believe me.
So I asked to meet him in person. When we met, he acted as if we didn't have the conversation over the phone about who I am. Then when I repeated what I told him, he started arguing with me and started talking over me. He said that polyamory is the same as cuckolding, that it's unsanitary, and repeated that I "obviously don't love him" because I want other people.
We went to his place and talked more about it. It was more of me trying to convince him that I still cared about him. He was very confrontational and was in my face. He gave me an ultimatum. I felt extremely uncomfortable and afraid. Even though I told him several times, he didn't seem to understand that I was breaking up with him.
Things went from bad to worse when he picked me up and tossed me onto his bed. I froze, which is my learned response and continued to be frozen as he took me without consent.
Then afterwards me mentioned being open to a polyamorous relationship, but only if it was a woman. "XX chromosomes," he said. I thought about I despise the one penis policy. At the same time, I was processing the fact that he just took me without my consent. Then he drove me to my place and left.
The next day I didn't have to go to university. I was stressed and depressed and I slept in late. I told him that things were definitely done between us over text because I didn't want to have to see him again. Then he asked to meet me. That night I had trouble submitting an assignment on time and that was it. I lost all sense of control and ended up cutting my right arm. I've been okay for several years now, but with everything that's been going on, I felt so trapped and like I had nowhere else to turn.
I finally told a person at my university about it and afterwards, I felt so much better, but now I am facing the fact that I'm going to meet him again. We're meeting in public, but I'm not sure how I will react when I see him. We had a rocky relationship before where he would leave and come back then leave again and come back again. I'm not about to let myself get drawn back into that sort of thing again. So, I'm going to be honest with him and go about my way.
Recently I came out to my boyfriend as being polyamorous. He didn't take it well at all. I initially told him over the phone because I made the mistake of trying to give him a heads up on talking to him about something. He didn't want to wait for us to meet in person and so I told him. He told me things like "I don't make you happy enough" and "I'm not good enough for you". Even though I told him differently, he didn't believe me.
So I asked to meet him in person. When we met, he acted as if we didn't have the conversation over the phone about who I am. Then when I repeated what I told him, he started arguing with me and started talking over me. He said that polyamory is the same as cuckolding, that it's unsanitary, and repeated that I "obviously don't love him" because I want other people.
We went to his place and talked more about it. It was more of me trying to convince him that I still cared about him. He was very confrontational and was in my face. He gave me an ultimatum. I felt extremely uncomfortable and afraid. Even though I told him several times, he didn't seem to understand that I was breaking up with him.
Things went from bad to worse when he picked me up and tossed me onto his bed. I froze, which is my learned response and continued to be frozen as he took me without consent.
Then afterwards me mentioned being open to a polyamorous relationship, but only if it was a woman. "XX chromosomes," he said. I thought about I despise the one penis policy. At the same time, I was processing the fact that he just took me without my consent. Then he drove me to my place and left.
The next day I didn't have to go to university. I was stressed and depressed and I slept in late. I told him that things were definitely done between us over text because I didn't want to have to see him again. Then he asked to meet me. That night I had trouble submitting an assignment on time and that was it. I lost all sense of control and ended up cutting my right arm. I've been okay for several years now, but with everything that's been going on, I felt so trapped and like I had nowhere else to turn.
I finally told a person at my university about it and afterwards, I felt so much better, but now I am facing the fact that I'm going to meet him again. We're meeting in public, but I'm not sure how I will react when I see him. We had a rocky relationship before where he would leave and come back then leave again and come back again. I'm not about to let myself get drawn back into that sort of thing again. So, I'm going to be honest with him and go about my way.
