MrsSQty
New member
Heyy everyone,
I am new here. Came here to find similar situations to help keep myself in check, if my feelings are valid or not. I feel like I'm doing everything wrong.
Little background. I'm 33F (pansexual) married to 33M (demisexual), been together and poly for our entire 13 years together. We have had a number of relationships, encounters, hookups, whatever, in our time together. We have had a couple emotions bubble up (mostly him) and we've worked through them, no problem. I, on the other hand, experienced my first real down spin of emotion and hurt in poly and I'm really struggling to get back on board the train.
I've had a tough 2 years. I lost my mom, my husband's been stuck in a negative space and our finances are tanking. I met a new person in December that I started spending time with, but realized it just wasn't working, so I stopped.
My business partner spent a day with my husband (not totally unusual) and the next day I saw her we were having a causal hypothetical conversation about people to be with, and she mentioned my husband, to which I jokingly replied, "Go for it," as my understanding (from our number of conversations on the matter) was that she wasn't interested in him as more than a friend.
The next day, my husband tells me that they are flirting. Whatever, I didn't think anything of it. Two days later he approached me about if this was an avenue he could pursue, as it had become apparent that sex was on the table. I told him I felt discomfort, because I had no knowledge that feelings had changed. But because it had been some time since he had asked about someone, I felt I had to agree, despite my reservations. The next day he confirmed their date and two days later he went. I was fine the first few hours. But as it became apparent that it was going to be a sleepover, I started spiralling. I felt hurt, betrayed, left out, that my feelings didn't matter in this.
Eventually the next morning I messaged him as what the plan was, as it was getting late into the day and I had things to do. (I was also very badly self-imploding.) He came home and asked if I was okay. I REALLY considered lying, but I shook my head no. I asked him if he needed to shower (as it's our confirmation that sex has happened and an agreement that we don't physically connect until it's done), and he got up and walked away from me. I saw the hurt in his face.
I followed him to the bathroom and asked him again how it was. "It was magical, incredible, amazing. Not just the sex, we deeply connected." I broke. I told him all the feelings I had felt and how angry I was that she didn't even MENTION to me over the days that they spoke that it was even a possibility, let alone confirm that I was okay with them being together... And she tells me everything.
I told him not to touch me as I completely broke down in front of him. I told him I needed a giant pause on all things, that I didn't want him to come home because I was so upset and didn't want to tell him. That I was so fucking torn because I told him it was okay and I wanted this happiness for him, but it hurt me so deeply that my feelings didn't matter.
Fast forward, after many conversations with my husband and a few with her; it was a communication issue; she never told me her feelings changed and that, for me, created a break of trust with the two people I trust the most. I doubted them for the first time in my life and it was scary. And even though I know it wasn't necessary, I felt it deeply.
This space of doubting these two humans also poked at my insecurities about myself that I had been denying for the past year+, as I was not okay and just trying to get through every day.
I had to work through so much pain and set a no sex boundary that didn't feel fair just to start to heal where I was. Sexually reconnecting with my husband was painful; I really shut down and disconnected from him to prevent myself from hurting more.
I hurt the people I love, I hurt myself, and I was watching them both crumble because of my stupid feelings.
We went over the following week to spend time together. It was awkward. We were all eggshelling around each other. They kept making excuses to spend time alone, and I would let them, hoping it was helping. My husband informed me a few days later that the conversation they had was sounding like she wanted to make another date, and that it wouldn't just be a hangout. At this point, I had told them I was okay with them together and that my boundary was them having sex while I navigated what happened. I had NEVER reacted like this. It's always been the same; he comes home, we talk about what happened, he gives me the dirty details, showers, and then we fuck. And none of that happened this time.
When he told me she wanted to set up another date, he broke down., and was literally gagging on the floor in a puddle of sweat. I approached him and told him that I was taking this as him dealing with the fact he doesn't want to respect my boundaries, and wants to be with her in that sexual space.
I did what I always do. I put my feelings aside and told him I was getting rid of the boundary. I had been struggling with having one; it never felt right. It felt like I was trying to control their relationship, and that's gross to me. But I felt like I had already done so much damage by having a negative reaction to their first encounter that the boundary was making things worse.
So I removed it.
The next day we spent together. First time we didn't talk about what happened in over a week.
Yesterday he asked if he could go see her for the night. And that they were arguing about whether to do it last night or a sleepover on Friday. I told him to go (as I did the first time). She had called me earlier in the day to confirm "where I was with all this, because my feelings matter." I told her I wasn't 1000% ready, but I didn't feel like the boundary was fair, even though I needed the space to navigate my feelings. We talked about how he wasn't staying over this time (as he works this morning, early) and that I was in a better place because I felt like I was in the know.
It's 6am. He's not home. He didn't tell me he was staying. Which means I know they fucked. And they already decided he's going on Friday for another date, before we go collectively to a bonfire on Saturday.
I feel like shit. I feel like they were just waiting for me to get over it so they could do what they wanted and I just have to suck it up that I'm not in the compersion space. But I wasn't over it and I wasn't ready. I feel like I was trying to mend the situation and put my feelings aside for them and it made it feel even worse.
Someone please tell me what I'm doing wrong, because this feels fucking terrible. I'm trying to be supportive of him and I just want to cry all day now.
I am new here. Came here to find similar situations to help keep myself in check, if my feelings are valid or not. I feel like I'm doing everything wrong.
Little background. I'm 33F (pansexual) married to 33M (demisexual), been together and poly for our entire 13 years together. We have had a number of relationships, encounters, hookups, whatever, in our time together. We have had a couple emotions bubble up (mostly him) and we've worked through them, no problem. I, on the other hand, experienced my first real down spin of emotion and hurt in poly and I'm really struggling to get back on board the train.
I've had a tough 2 years. I lost my mom, my husband's been stuck in a negative space and our finances are tanking. I met a new person in December that I started spending time with, but realized it just wasn't working, so I stopped.
My business partner spent a day with my husband (not totally unusual) and the next day I saw her we were having a causal hypothetical conversation about people to be with, and she mentioned my husband, to which I jokingly replied, "Go for it," as my understanding (from our number of conversations on the matter) was that she wasn't interested in him as more than a friend.
The next day, my husband tells me that they are flirting. Whatever, I didn't think anything of it. Two days later he approached me about if this was an avenue he could pursue, as it had become apparent that sex was on the table. I told him I felt discomfort, because I had no knowledge that feelings had changed. But because it had been some time since he had asked about someone, I felt I had to agree, despite my reservations. The next day he confirmed their date and two days later he went. I was fine the first few hours. But as it became apparent that it was going to be a sleepover, I started spiralling. I felt hurt, betrayed, left out, that my feelings didn't matter in this.
Eventually the next morning I messaged him as what the plan was, as it was getting late into the day and I had things to do. (I was also very badly self-imploding.) He came home and asked if I was okay. I REALLY considered lying, but I shook my head no. I asked him if he needed to shower (as it's our confirmation that sex has happened and an agreement that we don't physically connect until it's done), and he got up and walked away from me. I saw the hurt in his face.
I followed him to the bathroom and asked him again how it was. "It was magical, incredible, amazing. Not just the sex, we deeply connected." I broke. I told him all the feelings I had felt and how angry I was that she didn't even MENTION to me over the days that they spoke that it was even a possibility, let alone confirm that I was okay with them being together... And she tells me everything.
I told him not to touch me as I completely broke down in front of him. I told him I needed a giant pause on all things, that I didn't want him to come home because I was so upset and didn't want to tell him. That I was so fucking torn because I told him it was okay and I wanted this happiness for him, but it hurt me so deeply that my feelings didn't matter.
Fast forward, after many conversations with my husband and a few with her; it was a communication issue; she never told me her feelings changed and that, for me, created a break of trust with the two people I trust the most. I doubted them for the first time in my life and it was scary. And even though I know it wasn't necessary, I felt it deeply.
This space of doubting these two humans also poked at my insecurities about myself that I had been denying for the past year+, as I was not okay and just trying to get through every day.
I had to work through so much pain and set a no sex boundary that didn't feel fair just to start to heal where I was. Sexually reconnecting with my husband was painful; I really shut down and disconnected from him to prevent myself from hurting more.
I hurt the people I love, I hurt myself, and I was watching them both crumble because of my stupid feelings.
We went over the following week to spend time together. It was awkward. We were all eggshelling around each other. They kept making excuses to spend time alone, and I would let them, hoping it was helping. My husband informed me a few days later that the conversation they had was sounding like she wanted to make another date, and that it wouldn't just be a hangout. At this point, I had told them I was okay with them together and that my boundary was them having sex while I navigated what happened. I had NEVER reacted like this. It's always been the same; he comes home, we talk about what happened, he gives me the dirty details, showers, and then we fuck. And none of that happened this time.
When he told me she wanted to set up another date, he broke down., and was literally gagging on the floor in a puddle of sweat. I approached him and told him that I was taking this as him dealing with the fact he doesn't want to respect my boundaries, and wants to be with her in that sexual space.
I did what I always do. I put my feelings aside and told him I was getting rid of the boundary. I had been struggling with having one; it never felt right. It felt like I was trying to control their relationship, and that's gross to me. But I felt like I had already done so much damage by having a negative reaction to their first encounter that the boundary was making things worse.
So I removed it.
The next day we spent together. First time we didn't talk about what happened in over a week.
Yesterday he asked if he could go see her for the night. And that they were arguing about whether to do it last night or a sleepover on Friday. I told him to go (as I did the first time). She had called me earlier in the day to confirm "where I was with all this, because my feelings matter." I told her I wasn't 1000% ready, but I didn't feel like the boundary was fair, even though I needed the space to navigate my feelings. We talked about how he wasn't staying over this time (as he works this morning, early) and that I was in a better place because I felt like I was in the know.
It's 6am. He's not home. He didn't tell me he was staying. Which means I know they fucked. And they already decided he's going on Friday for another date, before we go collectively to a bonfire on Saturday.
I feel like shit. I feel like they were just waiting for me to get over it so they could do what they wanted and I just have to suck it up that I'm not in the compersion space. But I wasn't over it and I wasn't ready. I feel like I was trying to mend the situation and put my feelings aside for them and it made it feel even worse.
Someone please tell me what I'm doing wrong, because this feels fucking terrible. I'm trying to be supportive of him and I just want to cry all day now.