MidnightVirgo
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I don’t really know where to start. There is so much guilt, shame, regret, and heartbreak.
Last night, after 9 years together (6 married), my husband and I decided to separate. This is largely due to the fact that I believe I am poly, and after many discussions, he has come to the conclusion that, as much as he loves me, it is not a lifestyle he is comfortable living. I can not blame him for that, but I think a part of me was taken aback, because I thought he could love me through anything. It isn’t his fault, and I can’t expect him to disregard his own feelings on the matter to accommodate me. It doesn’t make it hurt any less.
A situation arose over summer, where we spent a lot of time with a couple who wanted to swap partners with us. It is a discussion my husband and I have had on and off over the years, and something I thought we could work up to. I felt like swapping would make me feel less guilty because he would have been doing the same things I was.
We spent the night with them, and did not full swap, but kissing and fondling occurred from both ends. And I had the best time. I also felt really connected to my husband after switching partners and coming back to each other when we got home. The happiness was short-lived when I realized I had developed feelings for the other man. I confessed this to my husband about a week later, after spending an evening with the other man and spilling my feelings to him. (Nothing happened that night, apart from flirting and me playing with his hair.)
My husband was obviously hurt, but seemed very open to trying to understand me and vowed that we would learn together. I think I mistook this as him agreeing that there was a possibility of us living the lifestyle together, and I was elated.
We spent the summer practically living at their house and the feelings grew, but along with that came regret and feelings of betrayal. The other man and I would secretly hug and talk as though we were not married. We would try to find excuses to play drinking games in the hopes that we could soft swap again, at the very least.
Even though we never had sex or even kissed after the night we had permission to do so, it still felt like an affair, in both my eyes and my husband's.
I also have been treated for borderline personality disorder, and I discovered that the other man had become my “favorite person,” which made the attachment that much more complicated. It was really hard to decipher if my strong feelings were real, or if it was my dependency on that person. I truly felt like I was falling for him, while also loving my husband and wanting to maintain my marriage.
The other man has since gone basically no contact. He had ghosted me for a few days a few times throughout all of this, as he shared things with his own wife, and she wanted him to lower contact with me. He and I would see each other a few times a week. She worked away, and after the last time she came home, the dynamic changed. He all but cut me off, which was absolutely devastating. I’ve tried to get answers since then during the minimal contact we did have, but he basically told me nothing.
In all honesty, he never stated that he had feelings for me, outright. However, I feel our interactions showed me enough to believe that he did. I think he harboured a lot of guilt of his own for that, and cutting me off was probably him trying to protect his own relationship. Now we send maybe a handful of messages through the week, but it’s all superficial, and quite frankly, disappointing, most of the time. I feel like I have mostly let it go, but there are some lingering feelings there.
The other man is supposed to be staying a night with us on the 17th, because he flies out early with his kids, and we agreed to this post separation. With that, and the holidays coming up, my husband and I have agreed to keep the separation to ourselves until after Christmas. It is hard, though, because it has been about six months since the realization that I might be poly, and I hate that I feel like I’m hiding a huge part of myself with the world.
There is another mutual friend of ours that I have connected with recently and I am beginning to develop feelings for him, too. I stayed with him for two days when our house finished selling. (My husband had already moved towns and our daughter was with him.) Nothing inappropriate happened, but god, did I want it to. I hope I wasn’t reading it wrong, but you could cut the sexual tension with a knife. Not to mention we just got along very easily and he made me feel very comfortable sharing my insecurities. He does, however, keep his cards very close to his chest and also doesn’t know I am the way I am.
I haven’t told him yet, because I fear he will reject me, either because he is not into me, or because he and my husband used to work together before the move and he considers him a friend. He is single and I want to see where it would possibly go, but I’m terrified of being rejected.
I feel the need to clarify that I did not agree to a separation with my husband to be with this man. It was more to have the option to explore other relationships and attachments. I was also hoping to do this with my husband as my primary partner. He is the love of my life and my best friend, and I feel so sick that this is what it has come to. I feel stupid and selfish and like everyone is going to hate me and blame me for us separating. And honestly, I blame myself. Sometimes I want to take the night back that was the catalyst to all of this. I wish I could just cut off my feelings and be happy with this amazing person I have built a life with. But it felt like I wasn’t being honest with myself, him, or the other people involved.
We slept in our bed together last night and we kissed and I cried. If it wasn’t shark week we probably would have had sex, almost like a goodbye.
I’ve been up since 4 am just feeling sick and nauseous, and like I’m making the biggest mistake of my life. I never wanted a divorce, but I also can’t expect him to ignore that this isn’t something he wants. I’m in so much pain, especially having a mood disorder that heightens every emotion I have. It’s unbearable. I want to just throw in the towel and say I don’t need to explore this part of my life because I don’t want to lose him. But that doesn’t feel right either. I just feel so lost.
My entire life I have struggled with maintaining the line of monogamy in my relationships. I’ve full-on cheated once, having sex with another man while in a relationship. It happened one time, and I told him the next morning, but that relationship dissolved the same day. All I can remember is my dad saying, “Well, maybe you didn’t love him enough.” Which may have been true, but I did still love him, even while I was connecting with the other man.
There have always been other people throughout my relationships that I've had to hide feelings for. I’ve always felt like something was a little off, but until the inciting incident I never put a name to it. I feel like there is a stigma around being poly and I worry constantly about the judgment I’m going to face from family and society. I also worry about how it will affect my daughter in the future. I felt like being in an open marriage was more socially acceptable, so that’s what I aimed for.
I don’t know what to do from here. I am in mourning for my relationship with my husband. But at the same time, I’m excited about the prospect of forming new connections. I just feel so guilty. I’m so worried I’m blowing up my family and I’m going to look back at my life and wish I could have just tucked this piece of myself away. But no matter how much I have tried to suppress it, it’s still there.
I don’t really know what I wanted to gain out of this post. I think I just needed to get everything out there, maybe see if anyone has had a similar experience, and hoping it might help me find happiness. I’m so scared. And financially, things will be very difficult for me going forward, as I am a stay-at-home mom with little to no income from being an author. But staying with my husband for financial stability is not an option. It wouldn’t be fair to him and I would never do that.
I have no idea what my future looks like, and for someone that has wanted a nuclear family since she was twelve, it’s so confusing. I hate that I don’t know how to define myself. Am I poly? Poly curious? Do I want to date to find a different monogamous partner? I don’t think so, but I’m so unsure about everything. I just wanted to understand what this all is, and I don’t want to look back wishing I had stayed.
Last night, after 9 years together (6 married), my husband and I decided to separate. This is largely due to the fact that I believe I am poly, and after many discussions, he has come to the conclusion that, as much as he loves me, it is not a lifestyle he is comfortable living. I can not blame him for that, but I think a part of me was taken aback, because I thought he could love me through anything. It isn’t his fault, and I can’t expect him to disregard his own feelings on the matter to accommodate me. It doesn’t make it hurt any less.
A situation arose over summer, where we spent a lot of time with a couple who wanted to swap partners with us. It is a discussion my husband and I have had on and off over the years, and something I thought we could work up to. I felt like swapping would make me feel less guilty because he would have been doing the same things I was.
We spent the night with them, and did not full swap, but kissing and fondling occurred from both ends. And I had the best time. I also felt really connected to my husband after switching partners and coming back to each other when we got home. The happiness was short-lived when I realized I had developed feelings for the other man. I confessed this to my husband about a week later, after spending an evening with the other man and spilling my feelings to him. (Nothing happened that night, apart from flirting and me playing with his hair.)
My husband was obviously hurt, but seemed very open to trying to understand me and vowed that we would learn together. I think I mistook this as him agreeing that there was a possibility of us living the lifestyle together, and I was elated.
We spent the summer practically living at their house and the feelings grew, but along with that came regret and feelings of betrayal. The other man and I would secretly hug and talk as though we were not married. We would try to find excuses to play drinking games in the hopes that we could soft swap again, at the very least.
Even though we never had sex or even kissed after the night we had permission to do so, it still felt like an affair, in both my eyes and my husband's.
I also have been treated for borderline personality disorder, and I discovered that the other man had become my “favorite person,” which made the attachment that much more complicated. It was really hard to decipher if my strong feelings were real, or if it was my dependency on that person. I truly felt like I was falling for him, while also loving my husband and wanting to maintain my marriage.
The other man has since gone basically no contact. He had ghosted me for a few days a few times throughout all of this, as he shared things with his own wife, and she wanted him to lower contact with me. He and I would see each other a few times a week. She worked away, and after the last time she came home, the dynamic changed. He all but cut me off, which was absolutely devastating. I’ve tried to get answers since then during the minimal contact we did have, but he basically told me nothing.
In all honesty, he never stated that he had feelings for me, outright. However, I feel our interactions showed me enough to believe that he did. I think he harboured a lot of guilt of his own for that, and cutting me off was probably him trying to protect his own relationship. Now we send maybe a handful of messages through the week, but it’s all superficial, and quite frankly, disappointing, most of the time. I feel like I have mostly let it go, but there are some lingering feelings there.
The other man is supposed to be staying a night with us on the 17th, because he flies out early with his kids, and we agreed to this post separation. With that, and the holidays coming up, my husband and I have agreed to keep the separation to ourselves until after Christmas. It is hard, though, because it has been about six months since the realization that I might be poly, and I hate that I feel like I’m hiding a huge part of myself with the world.
There is another mutual friend of ours that I have connected with recently and I am beginning to develop feelings for him, too. I stayed with him for two days when our house finished selling. (My husband had already moved towns and our daughter was with him.) Nothing inappropriate happened, but god, did I want it to. I hope I wasn’t reading it wrong, but you could cut the sexual tension with a knife. Not to mention we just got along very easily and he made me feel very comfortable sharing my insecurities. He does, however, keep his cards very close to his chest and also doesn’t know I am the way I am.
I haven’t told him yet, because I fear he will reject me, either because he is not into me, or because he and my husband used to work together before the move and he considers him a friend. He is single and I want to see where it would possibly go, but I’m terrified of being rejected.
I feel the need to clarify that I did not agree to a separation with my husband to be with this man. It was more to have the option to explore other relationships and attachments. I was also hoping to do this with my husband as my primary partner. He is the love of my life and my best friend, and I feel so sick that this is what it has come to. I feel stupid and selfish and like everyone is going to hate me and blame me for us separating. And honestly, I blame myself. Sometimes I want to take the night back that was the catalyst to all of this. I wish I could just cut off my feelings and be happy with this amazing person I have built a life with. But it felt like I wasn’t being honest with myself, him, or the other people involved.
We slept in our bed together last night and we kissed and I cried. If it wasn’t shark week we probably would have had sex, almost like a goodbye.
I’ve been up since 4 am just feeling sick and nauseous, and like I’m making the biggest mistake of my life. I never wanted a divorce, but I also can’t expect him to ignore that this isn’t something he wants. I’m in so much pain, especially having a mood disorder that heightens every emotion I have. It’s unbearable. I want to just throw in the towel and say I don’t need to explore this part of my life because I don’t want to lose him. But that doesn’t feel right either. I just feel so lost.
My entire life I have struggled with maintaining the line of monogamy in my relationships. I’ve full-on cheated once, having sex with another man while in a relationship. It happened one time, and I told him the next morning, but that relationship dissolved the same day. All I can remember is my dad saying, “Well, maybe you didn’t love him enough.” Which may have been true, but I did still love him, even while I was connecting with the other man.
There have always been other people throughout my relationships that I've had to hide feelings for. I’ve always felt like something was a little off, but until the inciting incident I never put a name to it. I feel like there is a stigma around being poly and I worry constantly about the judgment I’m going to face from family and society. I also worry about how it will affect my daughter in the future. I felt like being in an open marriage was more socially acceptable, so that’s what I aimed for.
I don’t know what to do from here. I am in mourning for my relationship with my husband. But at the same time, I’m excited about the prospect of forming new connections. I just feel so guilty. I’m so worried I’m blowing up my family and I’m going to look back at my life and wish I could have just tucked this piece of myself away. But no matter how much I have tried to suppress it, it’s still there.
I don’t really know what I wanted to gain out of this post. I think I just needed to get everything out there, maybe see if anyone has had a similar experience, and hoping it might help me find happiness. I’m so scared. And financially, things will be very difficult for me going forward, as I am a stay-at-home mom with little to no income from being an author. But staying with my husband for financial stability is not an option. It wouldn’t be fair to him and I would never do that.
I have no idea what my future looks like, and for someone that has wanted a nuclear family since she was twelve, it’s so confusing. I hate that I don’t know how to define myself. Am I poly? Poly curious? Do I want to date to find a different monogamous partner? I don’t think so, but I’m so unsure about everything. I just wanted to understand what this all is, and I don’t want to look back wishing I had stayed.