EldritchDucky
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Hi. Huh. I’m glad I spent some time reading here first. I’ve made a few mistakes starting off…
I’m 40m, and been in this relationship (marriage) for 20 years. We have some pretty awful mismatches. I was an easy low-stakes attachment for her. I’m kinky and very sexual. My wife Jess is asexual. I thought I could practice my kinks solo indefinitely and that we could meet in the middle for some intercourse every few months, but it was never enough. I told her we needed to fix this part of our relationship, and she started putting in very slow work.
Then, seven months ago, some poly friends of ours invited us out to a lifestyle club to see a side of the world we hadn’t seen. A switch flipped for me, but didn’t for Jess.
The last seven months have been a nightmare for me. I did what a lot of people do: I poly-bombed her. To be clear, since this appears to mean different things to different people, I did a problem-solving flavor of the bomb. I dived deep into learning about ENM, poly, open, swinging, and expanded on my formal knowledge of kink, as it pertains to ENM.
I tried talking to Jess about what I had discovered in the reading, the podcasts, the subreddits, a very welcoming kink Discord server (I admin'ed for it but have since left to work on myself, and I miss that wonderful mess of people every day ), and of course, the polyamory.com threads. I didn’t just declare an identity and claim that “if she really loved me…”. I tried to explain things to Jess in a way I thought would be acceptable and take pressure off her to be everything for me and finally fully support her in her asexuality.
Instead, she doubled down, what I now see as a predictable reaction. Now, she’s “mate guarding," which has made our sex life quite incredible, but I still feel incredibly guilty and the matter still isn’t resolved for me. I really wish one of these early books I'd read explained poly-bombing to me, but I’m not sure if, in my initial anxiety, I would have been in ANY receptive headspace to understand. And I’m fairly certain it wouldn’t have made any difference to Jess.
I know the common wisdom is to end the relationship and rebuild from scratch, but that’s fucking terrifying. We have kids, we love each other, we have a stable life, a house, no carried debt at all, two strong careers. I’d have to end it all to start over with the stigma of breaking up my family. I still don’t know what to do. I don’t know if I want to wait and see if Jess will come around to swinging as a compromise, or if my only hope to experiment and understand what’s changed in me is to call the relationship dead.
I have to admit that I went in hard and fast. I thought I saw a path through the disconnection in our sexual relationship, but I was dead wrong and now all the cards are on the table.
Jess has worked hard to keep it together and didn’t boot me out immediately. She’s said she has accepted that this is a part of me and is willing to live with it… but she can’t accept me acting on it. She’s asking me to wait another ten years, roughly how long it would take to get the kids out of the house, after which we would still be facing a separation, but a more amicable one.
I’ve learned to self-soothe my anxiety after seven solid months of therapy. But some days are harder than others.
(Sidenote: rewind to just before we started trying to reconnect sexually a year and a half ago, before we went to the club-- Jess got frustrated with my chasing dynamic and blew up, and said that maybe I should just get that from someone else. I said “No, no, no!” in the way I had been programmed to by a life of mono-normative expectations. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I took her up on that. Probably a disaster, maybe an unexpected balance, I’ll never know.)
I’m 40m, and been in this relationship (marriage) for 20 years. We have some pretty awful mismatches. I was an easy low-stakes attachment for her. I’m kinky and very sexual. My wife Jess is asexual. I thought I could practice my kinks solo indefinitely and that we could meet in the middle for some intercourse every few months, but it was never enough. I told her we needed to fix this part of our relationship, and she started putting in very slow work.
Then, seven months ago, some poly friends of ours invited us out to a lifestyle club to see a side of the world we hadn’t seen. A switch flipped for me, but didn’t for Jess.
The last seven months have been a nightmare for me. I did what a lot of people do: I poly-bombed her. To be clear, since this appears to mean different things to different people, I did a problem-solving flavor of the bomb. I dived deep into learning about ENM, poly, open, swinging, and expanded on my formal knowledge of kink, as it pertains to ENM.
I tried talking to Jess about what I had discovered in the reading, the podcasts, the subreddits, a very welcoming kink Discord server (I admin'ed for it but have since left to work on myself, and I miss that wonderful mess of people every day ), and of course, the polyamory.com threads. I didn’t just declare an identity and claim that “if she really loved me…”. I tried to explain things to Jess in a way I thought would be acceptable and take pressure off her to be everything for me and finally fully support her in her asexuality.
Instead, she doubled down, what I now see as a predictable reaction. Now, she’s “mate guarding," which has made our sex life quite incredible, but I still feel incredibly guilty and the matter still isn’t resolved for me. I really wish one of these early books I'd read explained poly-bombing to me, but I’m not sure if, in my initial anxiety, I would have been in ANY receptive headspace to understand. And I’m fairly certain it wouldn’t have made any difference to Jess.
I know the common wisdom is to end the relationship and rebuild from scratch, but that’s fucking terrifying. We have kids, we love each other, we have a stable life, a house, no carried debt at all, two strong careers. I’d have to end it all to start over with the stigma of breaking up my family. I still don’t know what to do. I don’t know if I want to wait and see if Jess will come around to swinging as a compromise, or if my only hope to experiment and understand what’s changed in me is to call the relationship dead.
I have to admit that I went in hard and fast. I thought I saw a path through the disconnection in our sexual relationship, but I was dead wrong and now all the cards are on the table.
Jess has worked hard to keep it together and didn’t boot me out immediately. She’s said she has accepted that this is a part of me and is willing to live with it… but she can’t accept me acting on it. She’s asking me to wait another ten years, roughly how long it would take to get the kids out of the house, after which we would still be facing a separation, but a more amicable one.
I’ve learned to self-soothe my anxiety after seven solid months of therapy. But some days are harder than others.
(Sidenote: rewind to just before we started trying to reconnect sexually a year and a half ago, before we went to the club-- Jess got frustrated with my chasing dynamic and blew up, and said that maybe I should just get that from someone else. I said “No, no, no!” in the way I had been programmed to by a life of mono-normative expectations. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I took her up on that. Probably a disaster, maybe an unexpected balance, I’ll never know.)