This is a long story. I came to an online forum because I don't have lots of people to talk about this.
I have been with my partner for about 8 years now. I was poly when I met her and at that time I had two other serious partnerships. I told her from the beginning on that the only type of relationship I would consider, would be polyamory. She struggled with it because she was monogamous and was just coming out of a very hard break-up. Three months after we started dating, these two other partnerships ended almost parallel due to its own reasons. One of them was particularly harsh for me, as that partner "dumped" me from someone else from whom she fell for, and she said she realized she just wanted monogamous relationships and kicked me out. That broke my heart and I could not understand it, I felt into a dark hole for some months. In the meantime, the relationship with my partner flourished. We worked hard and built something I always thought it was very solid. I love her very much and I believe she loves me too that much.
I continued having other affairs. As I knew she felt very insecure I put a lot of care in building trust, making agreements and taking care of her all the time. I would reassure her every-time she was insecure. We tried different different sort of agreements. At first I had to tell her everything and in consequence I didn't have anything, and then I requested to not to share things. None of these affairs became serious relationships for me, as I was putting some limits to care for my partner. There was a person for whom I had a crazy crush for two years, but I never moved. I knew my feelings for this person were too strong, and I didn't act on them.
Time passed, my partner came one night and told me she felt deeply in love with someone. I didn't expect it and I went nuts. I was supposed to be the poly-amorous person, she insisted she was monogamous, but then she said she wasn't anymore, she wanted to try it. And as it happened with my previous partner, I knew people can change their minds all of the sudden. I was going through a very hard time at work back then. Some people were bullying me and I was depressed. I could barely get out of bed those days, I asked her to give me some time, and I know that she didn't pursue that relationship anymore. I never asked her if she experimented any sort of regret for that. I just know that it stopped, and that our relationship continued. I also stopped having other affairs, I suddenly was not so interested anymore, my libido went down, this happened through the years and I think it was due depression.
After a year or two, she told me she was in love with a coworker. That was again a bad psychological time for me. In general, every time she came to tell me this I was always going through a depression. I was a mess and that confession made things worse. But we didn't talk that much about it, she also didn't act on this. We moved on, I never asked her if she regretted not acting on it.
Some years passed. We built more trust and reached levels of commitment and intimacy that I never experienced before. Most of the romantic relationships that I witnessed or experienced before in my life were a mess, I don't think I can name a single one that was successful, except those of my grandparents who were together in a time when people never got divorced. They seemed to love each other, but the rest of the couples I met were sleeping with the enemy. My parents lived with lots of violence, my father was brutal against my mum and me for years and then he left us. She got then together with a man who molested her children.
And now we are at this point again, my partner told me last week she is very much in love with someone and that she is going to date this person. I have been very depressed for about six months before these news, I have been seeing a therapist and dealing with the stories of sexual abuse in my family. Again it's not a good time for me but to be honest, it never seems to be a good time. My emotions are a mess. We moved together 8 months ago and we slept in the same bed every single night until she told me that last week. Now I hate it, because I know when she comes late or doesn't come home and when we weren't living together, I didn't.
I love the idea of polyamory and I believe this is the way in which healthy relationships evolve, because its so natural to fall in love with people, and you can't control it. Falling in love with others just happens and everyone can also love more than one person. I have many people who I love deeply, my love is not limited to just a certain quantity. And yet, my emotions are this messy. I have a feeling that I am broken inside, that I can't trust anyone. I only trust myself and I can trust my word when I say that I am going to take care of her or others and I move the world for it. I have always done it. But I cannot trust other people taking care of me or even keeping their word. I also don't know a single successful poly-amorous relationship that lasted over many years and wasn't eventually destroyed with some intense drama.
There is a big part of me who rationally think that I shouldn't be an obstacle and that the best thing is to encourage her to do and love as much as she wants. And then there is an emotional part of me that is terrified, depressed and just wants to die.
Would love to get some advice, specially from any of you who experienced successful poly relationships. Thanks for your time.
I have been with my partner for about 8 years now. I was poly when I met her and at that time I had two other serious partnerships. I told her from the beginning on that the only type of relationship I would consider, would be polyamory. She struggled with it because she was monogamous and was just coming out of a very hard break-up. Three months after we started dating, these two other partnerships ended almost parallel due to its own reasons. One of them was particularly harsh for me, as that partner "dumped" me from someone else from whom she fell for, and she said she realized she just wanted monogamous relationships and kicked me out. That broke my heart and I could not understand it, I felt into a dark hole for some months. In the meantime, the relationship with my partner flourished. We worked hard and built something I always thought it was very solid. I love her very much and I believe she loves me too that much.
I continued having other affairs. As I knew she felt very insecure I put a lot of care in building trust, making agreements and taking care of her all the time. I would reassure her every-time she was insecure. We tried different different sort of agreements. At first I had to tell her everything and in consequence I didn't have anything, and then I requested to not to share things. None of these affairs became serious relationships for me, as I was putting some limits to care for my partner. There was a person for whom I had a crazy crush for two years, but I never moved. I knew my feelings for this person were too strong, and I didn't act on them.
Time passed, my partner came one night and told me she felt deeply in love with someone. I didn't expect it and I went nuts. I was supposed to be the poly-amorous person, she insisted she was monogamous, but then she said she wasn't anymore, she wanted to try it. And as it happened with my previous partner, I knew people can change their minds all of the sudden. I was going through a very hard time at work back then. Some people were bullying me and I was depressed. I could barely get out of bed those days, I asked her to give me some time, and I know that she didn't pursue that relationship anymore. I never asked her if she experimented any sort of regret for that. I just know that it stopped, and that our relationship continued. I also stopped having other affairs, I suddenly was not so interested anymore, my libido went down, this happened through the years and I think it was due depression.
After a year or two, she told me she was in love with a coworker. That was again a bad psychological time for me. In general, every time she came to tell me this I was always going through a depression. I was a mess and that confession made things worse. But we didn't talk that much about it, she also didn't act on this. We moved on, I never asked her if she regretted not acting on it.
Some years passed. We built more trust and reached levels of commitment and intimacy that I never experienced before. Most of the romantic relationships that I witnessed or experienced before in my life were a mess, I don't think I can name a single one that was successful, except those of my grandparents who were together in a time when people never got divorced. They seemed to love each other, but the rest of the couples I met were sleeping with the enemy. My parents lived with lots of violence, my father was brutal against my mum and me for years and then he left us. She got then together with a man who molested her children.
And now we are at this point again, my partner told me last week she is very much in love with someone and that she is going to date this person. I have been very depressed for about six months before these news, I have been seeing a therapist and dealing with the stories of sexual abuse in my family. Again it's not a good time for me but to be honest, it never seems to be a good time. My emotions are a mess. We moved together 8 months ago and we slept in the same bed every single night until she told me that last week. Now I hate it, because I know when she comes late or doesn't come home and when we weren't living together, I didn't.
I love the idea of polyamory and I believe this is the way in which healthy relationships evolve, because its so natural to fall in love with people, and you can't control it. Falling in love with others just happens and everyone can also love more than one person. I have many people who I love deeply, my love is not limited to just a certain quantity. And yet, my emotions are this messy. I have a feeling that I am broken inside, that I can't trust anyone. I only trust myself and I can trust my word when I say that I am going to take care of her or others and I move the world for it. I have always done it. But I cannot trust other people taking care of me or even keeping their word. I also don't know a single successful poly-amorous relationship that lasted over many years and wasn't eventually destroyed with some intense drama.
There is a big part of me who rationally think that I shouldn't be an obstacle and that the best thing is to encourage her to do and love as much as she wants. And then there is an emotional part of me that is terrified, depressed and just wants to die.
Would love to get some advice, specially from any of you who experienced successful poly relationships. Thanks for your time.