wildbutterfly17
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So, I've been with my boyfriend for two years. We started poly and I met him because I was in an open relationship with someone else and that someone else couldn't take it so I dumped him to go with the guy I'm poly with now. It was love at first sight and I care so much about him.
BUT I don't even know if i'm poly at all. When I think about the fact that my boyfriend will always be shopping around for the rest of our lives (he wants to be together forever) it kills me.
Not to mention the dates he goes on are always with girls that are 18-21 (so younger than me) and often times hotter than me. Feels like I'm just waiting to be replaced by the next, newer, shiner model of the year. (He left his ex to be with me and I'm younger and hotter than her. Surprise, surprise.)
Recently I let him go on vacation with another partner and it made me feel good that it made him so happy but every day he was gone and I couldn't help but picture them together and all the ways she might be better than me or more exciting than me I sat and cried for hours.
I get he loves me because I'm the one that he takes to Europe and to family things and buys a bunch of stuff for. I understand I'm the most important relationship in his life... no matter how many stupid fucking coffee dates he goes on (try two in a day 7 days a week) but I'm starting to wonder: What's the point.
Need advice! And kinda just to vent lol.
BUT I don't even know if i'm poly at all. When I think about the fact that my boyfriend will always be shopping around for the rest of our lives (he wants to be together forever) it kills me.
Not to mention the dates he goes on are always with girls that are 18-21 (so younger than me) and often times hotter than me. Feels like I'm just waiting to be replaced by the next, newer, shiner model of the year. (He left his ex to be with me and I'm younger and hotter than her. Surprise, surprise.)
Recently I let him go on vacation with another partner and it made me feel good that it made him so happy but every day he was gone and I couldn't help but picture them together and all the ways she might be better than me or more exciting than me I sat and cried for hours.
I get he loves me because I'm the one that he takes to Europe and to family things and buys a bunch of stuff for. I understand I'm the most important relationship in his life... no matter how many stupid fucking coffee dates he goes on (try two in a day 7 days a week) but I'm starting to wonder: What's the point.
Need advice! And kinda just to vent lol.