sultresweetie
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My bf moved in with me last week. Our relationship is still new, and we have been very close and affectionate. We have been having sex SEVERAL times a day or more, spend a lot of time together, and it doesn't feel strained-as most relationships are in the begining. I cook for him, met his kid and we get along well. It has been very intense and I have been feeling very content. We take short trips together and the only time we have been apart for the last week, was while he is in school. He doesn't have a job, and I am paying the bills right now.
We had discussed from day one boundaries in our relationship. I'm bisexual, and I have been in a few open relationships. I have watched my partner have sex with other women in the past, I have even set up my very best friend, and my girlfriends, with my past boyfriend, because I thought they would enjoy eachother. It felt okay because I loved both of them and trusted them...I suppose in my mind, it is okay to have a polyamorous relationship and have multiple partners, as long as I'm feeling like there is mutual respect involved. If I know the person is worthwhile and I like them, I have no problem sharing my partner. I think it is hard for most people to understand this mentality.
Last night, my boyfriend called from school and said that he was going out with a "friend". He told me he would be home around 1 am and that he would wake me for our nightly session. I went to bed early, and woke up around 4 am....NO BOYFRIEND. I knew he wasn't coming home that night, and the gears started turning. I thought he could be hurt and then I thought he could be with someone else. I couldn't go back to sleep and called in sick to work so I could be there when he got home... I was so upset I felt sick to my stomach.
He came home around 8 am-smelling like rank pussy. He tried to lie at first saying he was too fucked up to drive home, but I told him that he needed to fess up. He did and said that we had agreed on an open relationship, so he didn't know why I was getting upset, he accused me of trying to keep him under "lock and key" and said that it is my low self-esteem that is making me jealous. He contends that he is in LOVE with me, isn't and wouldn't be in LOVE with anyone else, asserts that he feels like I'm amazing and wouldn't ever leave me, because he loves all of me- YADDA YADDA YADDA. I can't describe it in any other way, but when he admitted to being with someone else and started this whole prose about his definition of the situation, I felt something inside my head just SNAP.
You know what.....WHAT THE FUCK?!!!! THAT IS NOT BEHAVIOR YOU EXPECT IN A OPEN RELATIONSHIP. He fucking CHEATED...he fucking LIED...he snuck around and banged some bitch all night and didn't even have the decency to wash his dick before he climbed into my bed! NO ONE can convince me that that is what open relationships are supposed to be like. I haven't felt like this since I was a naive teenager. Totally betrayed and my trust is gone-I think it's gone for good! I am such a commitmentphobe, too, which makes me even more pissed off. I haven't lived with a man in over ten years. WHAT THE FUCK is wrong with someone that is getting sex as much as he wants, getting fed, has all the emotional and financial support he needs, but still feels compelled to poke his dick around....what is the fucking point?
I play it over and over in my mind...picturing my ex fucking other women, and even my best friend, and I think about how I felt at the time...no problems with my feelings- It was comfortable. Then I think of that moment when bf confessed, and the smell and I picture him fucking some nameless pussy and I want to knock his grill out! I have never felt this type of rage before.
I just can't look at him the same, so his shit is out on the sidewalk- and he is lucky I don't have a gas can within easy reach. IMO, these feelings have less to do with sex and more to do with the situation...lying and sneaking around... and the fact that I have been vesting a lot more resources in this relationship. His problem right now is that I DO have a good self-esteem, and I do have the right to feel disrespected, disappointed, and generally passed over. I really don't think any amount of open-mindedness and uninhibited sexuality is going to make this type of behavior OK in my mind.
So the moral of the story is:
Don't bite the hand that feeds you, punk ass, lecherous muthafuckas.
Sultresweetie
We had discussed from day one boundaries in our relationship. I'm bisexual, and I have been in a few open relationships. I have watched my partner have sex with other women in the past, I have even set up my very best friend, and my girlfriends, with my past boyfriend, because I thought they would enjoy eachother. It felt okay because I loved both of them and trusted them...I suppose in my mind, it is okay to have a polyamorous relationship and have multiple partners, as long as I'm feeling like there is mutual respect involved. If I know the person is worthwhile and I like them, I have no problem sharing my partner. I think it is hard for most people to understand this mentality.
Last night, my boyfriend called from school and said that he was going out with a "friend". He told me he would be home around 1 am and that he would wake me for our nightly session. I went to bed early, and woke up around 4 am....NO BOYFRIEND. I knew he wasn't coming home that night, and the gears started turning. I thought he could be hurt and then I thought he could be with someone else. I couldn't go back to sleep and called in sick to work so I could be there when he got home... I was so upset I felt sick to my stomach.
He came home around 8 am-smelling like rank pussy. He tried to lie at first saying he was too fucked up to drive home, but I told him that he needed to fess up. He did and said that we had agreed on an open relationship, so he didn't know why I was getting upset, he accused me of trying to keep him under "lock and key" and said that it is my low self-esteem that is making me jealous. He contends that he is in LOVE with me, isn't and wouldn't be in LOVE with anyone else, asserts that he feels like I'm amazing and wouldn't ever leave me, because he loves all of me- YADDA YADDA YADDA. I can't describe it in any other way, but when he admitted to being with someone else and started this whole prose about his definition of the situation, I felt something inside my head just SNAP.
You know what.....WHAT THE FUCK?!!!! THAT IS NOT BEHAVIOR YOU EXPECT IN A OPEN RELATIONSHIP. He fucking CHEATED...he fucking LIED...he snuck around and banged some bitch all night and didn't even have the decency to wash his dick before he climbed into my bed! NO ONE can convince me that that is what open relationships are supposed to be like. I haven't felt like this since I was a naive teenager. Totally betrayed and my trust is gone-I think it's gone for good! I am such a commitmentphobe, too, which makes me even more pissed off. I haven't lived with a man in over ten years. WHAT THE FUCK is wrong with someone that is getting sex as much as he wants, getting fed, has all the emotional and financial support he needs, but still feels compelled to poke his dick around....what is the fucking point?
I play it over and over in my mind...picturing my ex fucking other women, and even my best friend, and I think about how I felt at the time...no problems with my feelings- It was comfortable. Then I think of that moment when bf confessed, and the smell and I picture him fucking some nameless pussy and I want to knock his grill out! I have never felt this type of rage before.
I just can't look at him the same, so his shit is out on the sidewalk- and he is lucky I don't have a gas can within easy reach. IMO, these feelings have less to do with sex and more to do with the situation...lying and sneaking around... and the fact that I have been vesting a lot more resources in this relationship. His problem right now is that I DO have a good self-esteem, and I do have the right to feel disrespected, disappointed, and generally passed over. I really don't think any amount of open-mindedness and uninhibited sexuality is going to make this type of behavior OK in my mind.
So the moral of the story is:
Don't bite the hand that feeds you, punk ass, lecherous muthafuckas.
Sultresweetie


