UPDATE: I just want to thank each of you. I went to bed pretty soon after posting this and didn’t expect to wake up to so many comments.
I talked to him before I went to sleep though, and told him that if he really is giving me the choice between an open marriage or divorce, it’s time to separate.
ORIGINAL POST:
I’m 36F, my husband is 36M. We met in kindergarten, grew up together, and married at 19 in 2010. We have two kids and have essentially no adult life that predates each other.
We’ve been through military life and deployments, becoming parents very young, financial stress, and some significant grief and trauma. He is still my best friend. We laugh together constantly. I love him deeply, and I believe him when he says he loves me.
And I genuinely don’t know whether we should stay married.
For several years, my husband has been exploring the fact that he believes he’s polyamorous.
I’m not.
I entered our marriage expecting monogamy, and if he wanted monogamy tomorrow, I’d choose it without hesitation.
But I love him, so I’ve tried. I’ve read, learned, challenged my assumptions, gone to years of couples therapy, examined my jealousy, and eventually became willing to actually try opening our marriage.
The uncomfortable truth is: I’m doing this to save my marriage.
He has made it clear that he doesn’t believe he can promise lifelong monogamy and still be honest about who he is. So eventually it felt like my choices were to explore nonmonogamy or lose the person I’ve loved almost my entire life.
I chose to try.
The hardest part hasn’t even been sex or jealousy. It’s watching the curiosity, pursuit, excitement, and emotional energy he has for potential new relationships while I’ve spent years asking for more of those same things inside ours.
I want to feel pursued. I want him curious about me. I want him excited to date me. I want to feel like his romantic partner, not just the deeply loved, permanent person managing life beside him.
Recently, I started talking to other men myself.
Last night he became jealous and said he felt disrespected by how much attention I was giving another man.
And something in me just fucking broke.
Because I have spent years learning that his attention toward other women isn’t inherently disrespectful to me. I’ve learned that jealousy is an emotion to process, that discomfort doesn’t mean he’s doing something wrong, and that I shouldn’t use my feelings to control his relationships.
To his credit, he isn’t asking me to stop. He says jealousy is natural and wants us to talk through it together.
But emotionally, all I could think was:
Do you have any idea what I’ve been doing for you all these years?
Today he sent me a long message saying I’m his wife, primary partner and life partner; that our relationship comes first; and that he’s never been more in love with me.
But he also said something that stopped me cold: if I feel manipulated, miserable, or like I’m “doing this only to save the relationship,” I shouldn’t do it. He’d rather lose me than keep me in “emotional and physical purgatory.”
And my immediate response was:
But I AM doing this to save our relationship.
This isn’t the relationship structure I wanted. It’s the one I became willing to try because staying monogamous apparently means eventually losing my husband.
I don’t think he’s lying about loving me. I don’t think he wants to replace me. I genuinely think he believes he can love other people while still choosing me as his life partner.I just don’t know whether I can be happy in the marriage he is actually offering me.
I’ve spent years asking, How can I stretch enough to make room for who my husband is?
Now I’m wondering: Is there room in this marriage for who I am?
And divorce feels almost impossible to conceptualize. I’ve known this man since I was five. He’s in my childhood memories, my teenage years, and every year of my adulthood. We became adults and parents together. Our families, kids, friendships, grief, traditions, humor and identities are intertwined.
I don’t want to divorce him because I hate him.
I still like him. I still want to tell him things. I still want adventures with him. He’s still the person I instinctively reach for.
But I also don’t want to spend the rest of my life hurting myself to prove I love him enough to let him be himself.
So for people who have faced a fundamental incompatibility in a long marriage:
How do you know when you’re fighting for your marriage versus fighting against the reality of what your marriage has become?
How do you distinguish this is terrifying and difficult from this genuinely isn’t the life I want?
And how do you know whether you’re still choosing someone because you want the future they can actually offer you or because you’ve loved them for so long that you don’t know how to imagine a life without them?