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Would someone please help me figure this out?
Sorry for the long post.
I've been polyamorous for 4 years, married 10 years.
I met a poly man a year ago. The connection and chemistry were other-dimensional, right from the first touch. I have dated many men, but never had anyone come close to this. When we looked into each other's eyes, time stood still. I felt like I had been asleep my whole life, but suddenly, finally, knew what love was supposed to be.
My husband eventually felt threatened by our relationship and vetoed it, making me choose between the two of them. I chose my husband. We have kids and a house and a good friendship.
My husband has a relationship which is at the point of them being in love, so it feels unfair.
Now it's been four months since I broke things off with him, and I'm still in the same place, thinking about him every hour of the day, feeling like my life will be spent waiting for him, even to the point of feeling excited to die for the possibility to be with him in the next life.
I have been trying to figure out if this is limerence, and I need to work on myself, or if it was actually real love waiting to bloom further, and if I should try to push the boundaries with my husband. I feel like I can't live like this. I guess part of the problem was that we didn't really break up, but were forced apart by external forces.
Can someone relate or comment?
Sorry for the long post.
I've been polyamorous for 4 years, married 10 years.
I met a poly man a year ago. The connection and chemistry were other-dimensional, right from the first touch. I have dated many men, but never had anyone come close to this. When we looked into each other's eyes, time stood still. I felt like I had been asleep my whole life, but suddenly, finally, knew what love was supposed to be.
My husband eventually felt threatened by our relationship and vetoed it, making me choose between the two of them. I chose my husband. We have kids and a house and a good friendship.
My husband has a relationship which is at the point of them being in love, so it feels unfair.
Now it's been four months since I broke things off with him, and I'm still in the same place, thinking about him every hour of the day, feeling like my life will be spent waiting for him, even to the point of feeling excited to die for the possibility to be with him in the next life.
I have been trying to figure out if this is limerence, and I need to work on myself, or if it was actually real love waiting to bloom further, and if I should try to push the boundaries with my husband. I feel like I can't live like this. I guess part of the problem was that we didn't really break up, but were forced apart by external forces.
Can someone relate or comment?