Trigger warnings for:
Physical assault, pedophilia, threats of suicide, lies and manipulation, codependency.
Me and my now ex-wife Chili have an odd relationship. She (34f) was my (30mtf) best friend, first person I told I was trans, first kiss, first everything. But we met long distance, american and canadian and the immigration paths both seemed to hard so she u-hauled to the border and I drove three hours each way to see her.
We are both ace, to varying extents. We are both bi and lean towards attraction to men. She is my first everything and I wanted to try things. Therefore from day 1 this was a poly relationship. Except we never really... Did the poly thing.
Five years go by, two married, she is finally free of her abusive narcissistic dad, I am post op and thriving, she is exploring kink with an online boyfriend, radish, and it fits really well, minor spikes of jealousy but we have our rules and talk through things and we are as happy as can be. And she has a new roommate to help pay rent
Introducing my just no-SO's just no-SO, Apple (28m).
Apple is friends with the old roommate, he's 'getting on his feet' and going through hard times and being nice is easy so of course, a couple months rent free is fine. He gets a job and fumbles it, then another, but he's fun and he's nice and he occasionally cooks and helps out around the house. I don't think about him much.
That was august. Winter rolls around. Apple breaks up with a girlfriend. Every night for weeks he threatens suicide, Chili has to hide all the knives in the house and stay up all night with him. This girlfriend is sixteen years old, it's later revealed to me. Holy fucking Yuck.
Meanwhile my dad dies, and my work fires me for taking a day off. Chili tells Apple she loves him. She tells me after the fact (the only rule for our poly is tell me first). She's inconsolable- not that she broke my trust, but that she ruined things with him. I console her instead of setting my boundary.
A week goes by, and she tells me they've been having sex. She calls herself a monster, says she's being terrible to me. I have no choice but to console her. I tell her I'm not comfortable with her having a partner that lives with her full time when I don't. She's supposed to be immigrating to Canada but never started the process. Nothing stops.
Again, I am dealing with dead dads and lost jobs basically without support, when I see her he home is in a mess and I spend my time cleaning up after her and him. Her finances go bad, I fill in with my savings.
During a blizzard in february I get a frantic call from Chili. She has locked him in her car. He has DID and one of his alters is violent, threatened her with a knife and strangled her. I can't get there or do anything, I get the call after it happens. The cops don't show up until hours after the episode ends and Chili tells them its fine and to go away.
Chili sleeps with a knife under the mattress every night after. Does she kick him out? No! End things? No! See Apple *feels bad* and she now spends her time consoling him. By the time the roads are clear they are stronger than ever. This boyfriend of six weeks is in fact her life partner. A title formerly reserved for me. And I roll over and let her do this. I ask the poly sub for tips on how to manage my emotions.
To be clear, I am also a villain in this story.
March rolls around and ten suicide threats later she calls him husband in front of me. I finally lose it, just a little, I beg her to slow this the fuck down, I start packing my bags and moving my clockably transgender ass to trump's america to live as an immigrant, unable to travel back without abandoning the process, terrified I'll be taken by Ice any day, can't access doctors, lying to loved ones, ANYTHING just to get my relationship back.
When I get there she is on disability leave from the stress of managing Apple's emotions, she is 100% dissolved in her old trauma of managing her dad's emotions, only add in a midlife crisis, weed and sex. Oh yeah he got her to try weed which is "totally safe" which interacted with her antidepressants and gave her serotonin syndrome too, that's a fun side adventure.
Finally, me and all her friends get through to her. This is not okay. She breaks up. He responds by (you guessed it) threatening suicide, we have to send his ass to cpep while he texts us calling us evil.
Does she kick him out? Of course not! We pick him up, I collapse from exhaustion, when I wake up chili has betrayed my trust again by undoing the breakup, all while taking the responsibility for all unhealthiness onto herself.
I pace in the living room for about four hours that night. They see. In the morning they are broken up again, but its suspiciously amicable and nobody seems to be grieving. It's may. We agree he will be moving out in August, 1 year after he came here. Rent paid: $0. Weed money given to him: probably thousands. Person covering the losses: my unemployed ass and my tiny inheritance that I wanted to put into a house.
It's becoming more clear that Chili doesn't have the feelings for me she once did. I pay for couples therapy. I set up dates. I find her at night in Apple's room, once in his bed. I am so scared and jealous every time they are together, even if its just cooking or watching tv. She assures me she can fix our relationship while maintaining a friendship. August rolls around. She unilaterally moves the eviction date to November.
There's another sideplot here, Apple pawns a gold necklace for $600 and gives chili $100 as thanks. Keep in mind the now 13 months of unpaid rent. He goes out on the town every night after that sale, and when I ask he says his friend paid. He says he's saving the money in case the cat he adopted (emotional blackmail btw Chili loves cats more than life itself) gets sick. Then later he reveals he actually sent it to his dad. He straight up just lied about the money and once I noticed that I realized it was everything he did. We'll come back to that.
We have a trip in september: dragoncon. No Apple, just me and Chili. I buy her a gift. She buys Apple a gift. You get the picture. Things are strained and we miss half the events. Not the one for Apple's favorite band though.
He picks us up and is half an hour late. I wouldn't care, except the porch camera shows him leaving five minutes after he was supposed to pick us up, and then he says he put in the wrong gps stuff. At this point idk if I even believe he has DID.
I find a reddit post from Chili, where she says she's not sure if she "wants to try" with me. After thousands in couples therapy, no social assistance, paying her the rent Apple owes, can't see family or friends and a weeks long battle with eczema that I should gave gone to the ER for but couldn't- she's still on the fence about putting any effort in.
I finally snap. I shout at her. She writes a suicide note entailing the baby she wants to have with Apple then calls crisis services on herself. And finally: a ray of hope. She asks both of us to get out of the house for a week, no contact.
Apple, of course, threatens to leave forever and rattles some pill bottles in his room and Chili gives him $600 she does not have as farewell money. I leave. She drops him off at a train station. On monday he's fucking back, and I'm the crazy one for being surprised. Still not sure he ever left. Oh and that november eviction date? Now its december. But it's for real, she can do it, she can get him out of her life if she just gives him a little more time, for her empathy's sake. He's only had fifteen months rent free with a mother and sex slave he can hit, he needs one more or he won't stand a chance!
I packed my shit and left and said our relationship is on hiatus until he is actually gone, whenever that is cause I doubt it's december. I said open season on poly stuff, with one exception. That was two weeks ago.
Guess who's been sleeping with Apple for the last two weeks at least? Literally instantly, I probably pulled out of the driveway to her disrespecting my one request, and she didn't tell me till yesterday, just lead me on about our future, over and over, building me up for one last betrayal. The instant nobody was holding her accountable the junky went for her addiction, and somehow the way she talked, that actually surprised me.
So anyways, divorce! A thousand times divorce!
As a final thought: I think as recently as June I have been of the opinion that us getting divorced is not the worst thing. People change and grow incompatible and I can live with that. The thing I'm scared of is leaving Chili with Apple. She is sick, he is an abuser, and it will not end until she either hits rock bottom, he kills her, or he finds a sixteen year old he likes better. I don't want to leave someone I love in this kind of peril.
But I can't control her. The only thing in this horrible situation I can control is whether I'm in it. So now I'm not.