This morning my poly partner of four years texted me to let me know that she had spent the night with a friend. They massaged each other, played with hot wax, and "fooled around," which I am forced to assume means (probably unprotected) oral sex. (My partner is currently at work, and we can't do a proper check-in until later tonight.)
I basically exploded with rage. I didn't text her back for a while, and then she got worried that I was upset. I tried to engage constructively with her, but I was so angry that I couldn't hide it. And I don't even know why. I've actually been mostly jealousy-free for the last year and a bit, so I was really taken aback by my own reaction.
She didn't break any of our agreements. She knows that I prefer in-person check-ins, but that wasn't really possible. She also knows I would have preferred to find out BEFORE it happened, instead of the next morning. But that's a small thing. She checked-in within a reasonable period of time. Still, those two things irked me.
We didn't spend New Years Eve together because she wanted to go to a play party, and I didn't. So we planned to get together on New Years Day instead. She spent the night (nothing sexual, just sleeping) with two men in her bed. We were supposed to hang out New Years Day, but she dropped acid at 5am and was completely hung-over / out of it / still drunk and high all New Years Day and spent our hangout in her bed.
In the past year, her sex life has exploded while mine has stagnated. In the last week, she's had maybe 5 different people sleep over. She tends to have sex or fool around with pretty much anybody who is interested in her, just out of curiosity. She's smart about her sexual health, but it's really just a matter of time before she gets herpes or genital warts. I've had ten sexual partners in my life. She's somewhere up in the 70s or 80s. This terrifies me.
I know this is terrible, but it just occurred to me that perhaps I sometimes engage in subtle slut-shaming behaviour as a ridiculous and futile unconscious attempt to control her because I don't want to stop having sex with her, and I don't want to get an untreatable STI. I love her so much, and it would break my heart if I chose not to express that love physically anymore. Obviously that doesn't justify being a manipulative ass.
I just don't know what to do. I want her to be free to do what she wants, I want to have a sexual romantic relationship with her, and I don't want to get herpes. And I guess I have to choose which of those things is most important to me.
Another thing that bothers me is that I feel like she puts absolutely zero energy into our sexual relationship. I massage her whenever she wants, but she never returns the favour. She wrote on her fetlife that she loves to give massages, and I actually spit out my drink when I read it. I've been wanting to do wax play with her for years, but she's never in the mood. I spend hours coming up with plans that she decides she doesn't want to do. She never comes up with anything for us to do. So you can probably understand that the fact that she ended up massaging and doing wax play with someone else really gets my goat.
I'm not particularly jealous of her friend. He's extremely handsome, but doesn't have long-term romantic potential.
I'm slightly jealous of one of her other partners, who has a really nice body and a hot tub. She's told me that the sexual chemistry between them is really hot. I don't even think she's very attracted to me.
There are many small things about this situation that bothered me, but none of them account for the severity of my barely-controllable rage. Thing is, I've been chronically ill for about 18 months now. I am almost bed-ridden and have been profoundly frustrated. So maybe I was just having an angry day? I don't understand why I reacted so strongly in the negative.
She's had several fairly intense sexual relationships on the go in the past few months. At first, being ill, I was happy that she was taking on new partners. But now I've hit a tipping point where it's just too much. Every time she discloses a new sexual conquest, I find myself rolling my eyes and thinking "really? ANOTHER one?" I don't know. Is that reasonable? I feel like it's just an insane frequency, and I don't have enough time to process and adjust before she's slept with the next person. And the next. And the next. But I can't ask her to slow it down.
I think just writing this has given me some clarity and insight, but if other folks have helpful thoughts, I'd appreciate them.
Thanks.
I basically exploded with rage. I didn't text her back for a while, and then she got worried that I was upset. I tried to engage constructively with her, but I was so angry that I couldn't hide it. And I don't even know why. I've actually been mostly jealousy-free for the last year and a bit, so I was really taken aback by my own reaction.
She didn't break any of our agreements. She knows that I prefer in-person check-ins, but that wasn't really possible. She also knows I would have preferred to find out BEFORE it happened, instead of the next morning. But that's a small thing. She checked-in within a reasonable period of time. Still, those two things irked me.
We didn't spend New Years Eve together because she wanted to go to a play party, and I didn't. So we planned to get together on New Years Day instead. She spent the night (nothing sexual, just sleeping) with two men in her bed. We were supposed to hang out New Years Day, but she dropped acid at 5am and was completely hung-over / out of it / still drunk and high all New Years Day and spent our hangout in her bed.
In the past year, her sex life has exploded while mine has stagnated. In the last week, she's had maybe 5 different people sleep over. She tends to have sex or fool around with pretty much anybody who is interested in her, just out of curiosity. She's smart about her sexual health, but it's really just a matter of time before she gets herpes or genital warts. I've had ten sexual partners in my life. She's somewhere up in the 70s or 80s. This terrifies me.
I know this is terrible, but it just occurred to me that perhaps I sometimes engage in subtle slut-shaming behaviour as a ridiculous and futile unconscious attempt to control her because I don't want to stop having sex with her, and I don't want to get an untreatable STI. I love her so much, and it would break my heart if I chose not to express that love physically anymore. Obviously that doesn't justify being a manipulative ass.
I just don't know what to do. I want her to be free to do what she wants, I want to have a sexual romantic relationship with her, and I don't want to get herpes. And I guess I have to choose which of those things is most important to me.
Another thing that bothers me is that I feel like she puts absolutely zero energy into our sexual relationship. I massage her whenever she wants, but she never returns the favour. She wrote on her fetlife that she loves to give massages, and I actually spit out my drink when I read it. I've been wanting to do wax play with her for years, but she's never in the mood. I spend hours coming up with plans that she decides she doesn't want to do. She never comes up with anything for us to do. So you can probably understand that the fact that she ended up massaging and doing wax play with someone else really gets my goat.
I'm not particularly jealous of her friend. He's extremely handsome, but doesn't have long-term romantic potential.
I'm slightly jealous of one of her other partners, who has a really nice body and a hot tub. She's told me that the sexual chemistry between them is really hot. I don't even think she's very attracted to me.
There are many small things about this situation that bothered me, but none of them account for the severity of my barely-controllable rage. Thing is, I've been chronically ill for about 18 months now. I am almost bed-ridden and have been profoundly frustrated. So maybe I was just having an angry day? I don't understand why I reacted so strongly in the negative.
She's had several fairly intense sexual relationships on the go in the past few months. At first, being ill, I was happy that she was taking on new partners. But now I've hit a tipping point where it's just too much. Every time she discloses a new sexual conquest, I find myself rolling my eyes and thinking "really? ANOTHER one?" I don't know. Is that reasonable? I feel like it's just an insane frequency, and I don't have enough time to process and adjust before she's slept with the next person. And the next. And the next. But I can't ask her to slow it down.
I think just writing this has given me some clarity and insight, but if other folks have helpful thoughts, I'd appreciate them.
Thanks.