KingCobra
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So, to anyone who read my introduction post, it may have sounded like my life was happy hunky dory rainbows and butterflies. And while that's pretty true 80-90% of the time, there've been a lot of things wearing me down lately.
About three years ago, my wife Alice met her now best friend (Ivy) online and they hit it off well. I had jealousy issues then due to intrusion. They would text. Constantly. Even when Alice (then my fiancee) and I were out at dinner. Over time, it just became a thing. No problem.
This March-ish I found out that they'd confessed their love for each other the previous November. While I was hurt, I'd suspected, so it didn't come as a surprise. It was then that I started researching polyamory, because while they said they'd be satisfied just being close friends, I wanted to explore all the options for everyone involved. Additionally, and importantly, we invited Ivy to move in with us, and she happily accepted, because any relational stress with us, by her reckoning, would be less stress than where she is now.
However, what was a surprise was that when Alice had flown up to visit her this last April (we are in MA, she is in CA, so I encouraged flying-out visits) that they had kissed. It was a surprise because I had found out by *sigh* reading one of Alice's texts and it mentioned it in very romantic terms.
I was floored, not because they had kissed (three days before the kiss happened, I'd consented to the idea of a threesome) but because I asked Alice if anything had happened romantically, and she'd insisted nothing had happened. We hashed things out for several hours. I was hurt and betrayed, but I couldn't find it in me to be as angry as I thought I would be.
I thought that I had forgiven her, and everything was kosher, but I still had lingering doubts and fears. This was the only thing in 7 years Alice hadn't told me upfront. She thought I would leave and divorce her.
Flash forward to now, five weeks later-- this morning I admitted I'd done a terrible thing that I'm ashamed I even thought about doing: About ten times I spied on their IM chat conversations. I'm still queasy thinking about it. After all that, I still spied?
This morning I woke my wife up to tell her the truth. She was hurt and disappointed, but couldn't be mad at me because she felt, while not right, it was predictable I would have acted that way. She asked me to stop, which I agreed to do. I also sent an email to Ivy, admitting everything. I'm fearful for their relationship, and for my relationship with Ivy, and I've just been a mess the last 48 hours.
About three years ago, my wife Alice met her now best friend (Ivy) online and they hit it off well. I had jealousy issues then due to intrusion. They would text. Constantly. Even when Alice (then my fiancee) and I were out at dinner. Over time, it just became a thing. No problem.
This March-ish I found out that they'd confessed their love for each other the previous November. While I was hurt, I'd suspected, so it didn't come as a surprise. It was then that I started researching polyamory, because while they said they'd be satisfied just being close friends, I wanted to explore all the options for everyone involved. Additionally, and importantly, we invited Ivy to move in with us, and she happily accepted, because any relational stress with us, by her reckoning, would be less stress than where she is now.
However, what was a surprise was that when Alice had flown up to visit her this last April (we are in MA, she is in CA, so I encouraged flying-out visits) that they had kissed. It was a surprise because I had found out by *sigh* reading one of Alice's texts and it mentioned it in very romantic terms.
I was floored, not because they had kissed (three days before the kiss happened, I'd consented to the idea of a threesome) but because I asked Alice if anything had happened romantically, and she'd insisted nothing had happened. We hashed things out for several hours. I was hurt and betrayed, but I couldn't find it in me to be as angry as I thought I would be.
I thought that I had forgiven her, and everything was kosher, but I still had lingering doubts and fears. This was the only thing in 7 years Alice hadn't told me upfront. She thought I would leave and divorce her.
Flash forward to now, five weeks later-- this morning I admitted I'd done a terrible thing that I'm ashamed I even thought about doing: About ten times I spied on their IM chat conversations. I'm still queasy thinking about it. After all that, I still spied?
This morning I woke my wife up to tell her the truth. She was hurt and disappointed, but couldn't be mad at me because she felt, while not right, it was predictable I would have acted that way. She asked me to stop, which I agreed to do. I also sent an email to Ivy, admitting everything. I'm fearful for their relationship, and for my relationship with Ivy, and I've just been a mess the last 48 hours.
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