We're ~40, married ~20 years, recently empty-nesters as our only child is finishing her freshman year of college.
I've toyed with but had never seriously considered the idea of poly as a legitimate option, despite my habit of repeatedly falling in love with all the wrong people. ('Wrong' as in, not available-- mainly because *I* wasn't available.) I found myself in an affair, painfully extricated myself from it.
And then last October, my husband found a special friend. Suddenly our world opened up. I did not feel jealous or resentful or anything but happy that he was having this experience. More than once I wondered if that meant something is wrong with me or wrong with our marriage.
But to hell with it. We love each other and we're happy and I don't think there is anything wrong with us. It is my nature to research the hell out of everything, so I read Helen Fisher's work and a bunch of other stuff and we created our own narrative.
We haven't really made any decisions or had any physical experiences outside the marriage. We are still exploring and thinking, learning, and meeting people. We aren't interested in a mutual partner-- we're both very straight-- we are happy for each of us to have our own special friend(s).
He's had better luck than I've had, sort of. He's had 4 special friends, hasn't declared himself to any of them. The 1st broke his heart, the 2nd he's had a lot of uncertainty about her interest, the 3rd & 4th know about our "exploring options" status and I'm pretty sure the 4th is aware of his interest, and though she doesn't seem to reciprocate she also doesn't discourage him from being friends.
I, on the other hand, have not had even that much luck. I had one very good friend, and did 'come out' to him, and there was mutual interest but the net result is now we don't speak.
I'm still pretty broken hearted about him. He wanted to stay married, and didn't see a way to include me in that goal. It's reasonable, I don't blame him, but I am sad.
I almost had a new friend after that, but, well, I'm learning. You experiment, you try things, and based on the outcome, you learn. What I learned from almost-friend was a) thoroughly google-stalk a person, and b) apparently it's unreasonable to be 'just friends' after admitting that there is potential for interest. (There wasn't even interest on my side yet. Just potential. I'd have been perfectly happy to be 'just friends'.)
So at the moment I'm feeling a bit lonely. If I feel any jealousy it's because my husband has special friends-- even if they aren't likely to go anywhere-- and I don't.
That is why I'm here today. I don't want to wreck any marriages or hurt anyone. So maybe I should be looking, not in the general population which is 99% (I made up that statistic) hypothetically mono & already partnered, but in a place that is enriched in poly people.
And maybe I can learn from your experiences, not have to have quite so many painful lessons myself.
I've toyed with but had never seriously considered the idea of poly as a legitimate option, despite my habit of repeatedly falling in love with all the wrong people. ('Wrong' as in, not available-- mainly because *I* wasn't available.) I found myself in an affair, painfully extricated myself from it.
And then last October, my husband found a special friend. Suddenly our world opened up. I did not feel jealous or resentful or anything but happy that he was having this experience. More than once I wondered if that meant something is wrong with me or wrong with our marriage.
But to hell with it. We love each other and we're happy and I don't think there is anything wrong with us. It is my nature to research the hell out of everything, so I read Helen Fisher's work and a bunch of other stuff and we created our own narrative.
We haven't really made any decisions or had any physical experiences outside the marriage. We are still exploring and thinking, learning, and meeting people. We aren't interested in a mutual partner-- we're both very straight-- we are happy for each of us to have our own special friend(s).
He's had better luck than I've had, sort of. He's had 4 special friends, hasn't declared himself to any of them. The 1st broke his heart, the 2nd he's had a lot of uncertainty about her interest, the 3rd & 4th know about our "exploring options" status and I'm pretty sure the 4th is aware of his interest, and though she doesn't seem to reciprocate she also doesn't discourage him from being friends.
I, on the other hand, have not had even that much luck. I had one very good friend, and did 'come out' to him, and there was mutual interest but the net result is now we don't speak.
I almost had a new friend after that, but, well, I'm learning. You experiment, you try things, and based on the outcome, you learn. What I learned from almost-friend was a) thoroughly google-stalk a person, and b) apparently it's unreasonable to be 'just friends' after admitting that there is potential for interest. (There wasn't even interest on my side yet. Just potential. I'd have been perfectly happy to be 'just friends'.)
So at the moment I'm feeling a bit lonely. If I feel any jealousy it's because my husband has special friends-- even if they aren't likely to go anywhere-- and I don't.
That is why I'm here today. I don't want to wreck any marriages or hurt anyone. So maybe I should be looking, not in the general population which is 99% (I made up that statistic) hypothetically mono & already partnered, but in a place that is enriched in poly people.
And maybe I can learn from your experiences, not have to have quite so many painful lessons myself.