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Hi all. This will be lengthy. I need help. I really want to present the facts, but I know my emotions will spill out too. So here we go.
My wife and I have known each other since high school. Our relationship started when I was comfortable and accepting of my sexuality in 2018. We were young and are only in our late 20s, currently.
She was married but separated when we first started dating. It was beautiful, falling in love. Then she got deployed. During her deployment she made a friend out there. The relationship was inappropriate. Sexual comments were made and there was touching and cuddling, but as far as I know, no sex.
When she returned from deployment, I moved and we started to live together. The friend from deployment continued to express sexual feelings and I was completely uncomfortable. I started to have severe anxiety attacks and was unable to keep a job. I wasn’t completely honest about my feelings towards that relationship, in that I said it was okay for them to be friends, but also vocalized how hard it was.
When they would hang out it would be for 8-13 hours. One time she didn't come home until 6am.
I also would go back home often, mostly for treatments I was receiving, but also to escape. Once I left and broke up with her through text. Then I felt awful and came back. Her friend had a birthday trip and I wasn’t completely comfortable with her going, but I felt I couldn’t say no. I didn’t want to be seen as possessive or anything. Once she left, I broke and I spiraled. I changed my number and packed and left.
She was pissed and very very hurt. After a few weeks of communication, I moved back. We had the very very hard conversations and we really forgave each other. It took a lot to trust that I mattered to her and that I wouldn’t abandon her.
Fast forward, we get engaged, and my libido has dropped. I have PCOS, but I have never struggled with a low libido. It has always been extremely high. I stopped birth control and thought that was why. It felt like it happened overnight. I was incredibly embarrassed and ashamed. She was patient with me. I tried lots of things but it never seemed to work.
It has been two years of this struggle. Sex had began to become more frequent, but not enough for her appetite. Now, we have always talked casually about having a threesome or being open to other sexual partners. After this decrease in libido, it changed a little for me, but still felt okay to talk about. I just became uncomfortable with myself, not the ideas.
We were talking about it and I said it might be more than just a thought for her, so she should just try it. A few days later she shows me messages between her and another woman. I vocalize this makes me uncomfortable and I don’t think I would be able to actually do it. This comes as a shock to her, rightfully so. But it also felt like now she wouldn’t get to be true to her. We go to therapy. The therapist tells me I am insecure, and a liar for saying I was okay with it, then changing my mind. I’m blown away and therapy stops. I feel so crushed I just say fine, she can do what she wants.
Then my wife meets someone. In person. It’s presented that she finds this person attractive, but the person isn’t interested in poly. I tell her I am not comfortable with her dating, but I feel poly is more normal than I may have thought. The next day she is gone for hours, no check in. Two days later, gone for hours, no check in. I find out later that was their official date.
I tell my wife I don’t like this. She asks for rules. I say I can't give rules for something I don’t like. Then I come back and ask that she check in, get tested, keep me aware of major shifts, and don’t have sex with me, then the other party, or vice versa.
I slowly start to feel I’m losing myself. There is a pain in my chest I’ve never felt in my life. Anxiety comes at night and just sits on my chest.
All of the rules get broken except for getting tested.
They have sex the first time on a Thursday, then we had sex Friday morning. I tell her I need space. I move out temporarily. We speak while I’m moved out. I come home to see her and I offer dates, but it is hard. She vocalized she can’t fix things if we aren’t living together, so I come back. Nothing changes. I continue to vocalize I don’t want this kind of relationship. And I tell her it feels too late to stop. I refuse to ask her to stop because I feel she won’t. She’s fully invested in this two-month relationship and even feels I should meet with the other party, which I refuse. She told me she loves her, which had broken me.
It was never supposed to be love. It was never supposed to not be an us thing. And I said no... yet here I am.
My wife and I have known each other since high school. Our relationship started when I was comfortable and accepting of my sexuality in 2018. We were young and are only in our late 20s, currently.
She was married but separated when we first started dating. It was beautiful, falling in love. Then she got deployed. During her deployment she made a friend out there. The relationship was inappropriate. Sexual comments were made and there was touching and cuddling, but as far as I know, no sex.
When she returned from deployment, I moved and we started to live together. The friend from deployment continued to express sexual feelings and I was completely uncomfortable. I started to have severe anxiety attacks and was unable to keep a job. I wasn’t completely honest about my feelings towards that relationship, in that I said it was okay for them to be friends, but also vocalized how hard it was.
When they would hang out it would be for 8-13 hours. One time she didn't come home until 6am.
I also would go back home often, mostly for treatments I was receiving, but also to escape. Once I left and broke up with her through text. Then I felt awful and came back. Her friend had a birthday trip and I wasn’t completely comfortable with her going, but I felt I couldn’t say no. I didn’t want to be seen as possessive or anything. Once she left, I broke and I spiraled. I changed my number and packed and left.
She was pissed and very very hurt. After a few weeks of communication, I moved back. We had the very very hard conversations and we really forgave each other. It took a lot to trust that I mattered to her and that I wouldn’t abandon her.
Fast forward, we get engaged, and my libido has dropped. I have PCOS, but I have never struggled with a low libido. It has always been extremely high. I stopped birth control and thought that was why. It felt like it happened overnight. I was incredibly embarrassed and ashamed. She was patient with me. I tried lots of things but it never seemed to work.
It has been two years of this struggle. Sex had began to become more frequent, but not enough for her appetite. Now, we have always talked casually about having a threesome or being open to other sexual partners. After this decrease in libido, it changed a little for me, but still felt okay to talk about. I just became uncomfortable with myself, not the ideas.
We were talking about it and I said it might be more than just a thought for her, so she should just try it. A few days later she shows me messages between her and another woman. I vocalize this makes me uncomfortable and I don’t think I would be able to actually do it. This comes as a shock to her, rightfully so. But it also felt like now she wouldn’t get to be true to her. We go to therapy. The therapist tells me I am insecure, and a liar for saying I was okay with it, then changing my mind. I’m blown away and therapy stops. I feel so crushed I just say fine, she can do what she wants.
Then my wife meets someone. In person. It’s presented that she finds this person attractive, but the person isn’t interested in poly. I tell her I am not comfortable with her dating, but I feel poly is more normal than I may have thought. The next day she is gone for hours, no check in. Two days later, gone for hours, no check in. I find out later that was their official date.
I tell my wife I don’t like this. She asks for rules. I say I can't give rules for something I don’t like. Then I come back and ask that she check in, get tested, keep me aware of major shifts, and don’t have sex with me, then the other party, or vice versa.
I slowly start to feel I’m losing myself. There is a pain in my chest I’ve never felt in my life. Anxiety comes at night and just sits on my chest.
All of the rules get broken except for getting tested.
They have sex the first time on a Thursday, then we had sex Friday morning. I tell her I need space. I move out temporarily. We speak while I’m moved out. I come home to see her and I offer dates, but it is hard. She vocalized she can’t fix things if we aren’t living together, so I come back. Nothing changes. I continue to vocalize I don’t want this kind of relationship. And I tell her it feels too late to stop. I refuse to ask her to stop because I feel she won’t. She’s fully invested in this two-month relationship and even feels I should meet with the other party, which I refuse. She told me she loves her, which had broken me.
It was never supposed to be love. It was never supposed to not be an us thing. And I said no... yet here I am.