One Year of Chaos, Seeking Advice
Quick note: This is my writing, just ran through AI to make it more readable, for timeline and general grammar. I am extremely emotional and wanted to make sure everything made sense. This is a long post and I thank you so much for considering reading!
ALSO I'm posting there here because I do not want anti-poly comments. I don't really think this is about the system of polyamory, if anything it's about how ONE person involved does not respect the generic expectations of it, but I think it plays more into control than polyam.
Hi! I'm 29F, married to my Nesting Partner (NP, 30M), and polyamorous. My other partner (42M) isn't really involved in this situation, so no advice is requested regarding him. A year ago, all three of us identified as both swingers and polyamorous. My husband and I used to be able to switch back and forth between the two, but my husband struggles with this and is now aware of it. He no longer identifies as a swinger—just polyamorous. He has also had a girlfriend of one year (28F, no advice requested regarding her).
*Note: I have a personal therapist, and we also see a couples therapist. However, our sessions are few and far between right now, and I really need some outside perspectives.*
My husband and I are fighting constantly, and he is currently dealing with severe mental health struggles. That said, I don't feel he is handling things well, and I need more opinions. My husband is autistic, aromantic, and has diagnosed ADHD, Generalized Anxiety Disorder (GAD), and Major Depressive Disorder (MDD). He also has undiagnosed CPTSD steming from childhood physical abuse (resulting in black eyes and bruises) and slight sexual abuse, though he hasn't experienced new trauma in 12 years. Additionally, my therapist and I have discussed that he exhibits narcissistic tendencies due to his childhood, though this is an undiagnosed observation from my side only.
For context on my side, I am diagnosed with ADHD, MDD, GAD, and have undiagnosed Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria (RSD), OCD, and hypersexuality. My other partner's only official diagnosis is hypersexuality, though I suspect MDD and PTSD.
One year ago, I started seeing my Secondary Partner (SP). My husband and SP aren't best friends, but they don't hate each other either; I’d call them neutral. My SP has a big, loud personality, which generally annoys my husband. No harm, no foul—I only ask that they be able to communicate neutrally in case of emergencies. However, they initially butted heads at a swinger party. My NP was trying to hook up with a woman whom my SP had brought as a friend. She turned my NP down, claiming her partner didn't allow her to hook up with anyone. Later that night, she hooked up with my SP, as they were long-standing friends with benefits (FWB). This heavily impacted my husband, but he directed his anger at my SP (whom I wasn't dating yet) instead of the woman. My NP called him an ethically immoral person and a terrible friend. Because I wasn't seeing SP at the time, I felt my NP was overreacting and did not take his side. It was her choice, and they had an established FWB dynamic. I saw no issue with it, but I also knew it wasn't my business. I moved on, but I believe my NP held onto that resentment.
Over the next few months—which marked the beginning of my relationship with SP—my NP and SP interacted frequently. SP is goofy, loud, chatty, and over-the-top. As an introvert, my NP dislikes people with that energy, though he was always respectful to SP’s face. Eventually, I decided my partners should interact as little as possible due to my NP’s underlying attitude toward SP's personality.
Later, my SP invited me to a swinger party. NP told me I could go but asked that I abstain from penetrative sex with anyone for safety reasons, since SP was the only person we knew there. I agreed, attended, got handsy with another couple, slept with my SP, and came home. A month later, I attended another party and the same thing happened. After this second party, my NP broke down. He stated he no longer wanted me to swing without him. He explained that swinging was something he emotionally connected with me over, and doing it with someone else made it feel like it wasn't special between us anymore. I vehemently disagreed, which sparked a year-long fight. He didn't want me in "group sex situations" without him present. My view is that in a polyamorous relationship, no partner has a say over what remains exclusive between two *other* partners. They can absolutely express what is important to them and open the floor for discussion, but it didn't feel like my husband was just opening a discussion.
About three months into my relationship with SP, my NP started dating a new partner. His new girlfriend asked him not to participate in group sex activities due to her germaphobic OCD. He spoke to me about it, assuring me that because *he* could no longer participate in swinging, he wouldn't take that freedom away from me. He also made sure I was comfortable with him pursuing this relationship even though it meant he couldn't swing with me anymore. I agreed, though I mentioned I would miss sharing group activities with him.
Shortly after, SP asked me to join a threesome with a mutual friend of all three of us (me, SP, and NP). I informed NP, who had a complete meltdown. Because he viewed group sex as our unique connection, he was devastated that I actively wanted to have a threesome with someone else. We fought bitterly, and I ultimately called off the threesome to avoid further drama; it just wasn't worth it. Around this time, SP and I began exploring BDSM—something I never thought I'd experience due to my NP’s CPTSD triggers. My NP actually encouraged me to explore this because he wanted me to be happy, but he requested that BDSM never enter our home and that I never come home severely bruised.
Fast forward a bit: NP agreed to couples therapy. One of our primary goals was for me to better understand why group sex held such a unique, exclusive emotional weight for him. NP stated he wouldn't even participate in group sex with his new partner if she asked, because it was a bond reserved strictly for us. This made me uneasy, and we discussed it in almost every couples session. Eventually, I voiced that I felt he was controlling my sexual freedom. This triggered a PTSD meltdown for him, and he asked for more time to process. I granted it to him, wanting to be respectful while he came to terms with things. It has now been 6 to 8 months since our first couples therapy session, and very few of these issues have actually been resolved. I understand his perspective better, but we haven't reached real resolutions.
Meanwhile, my individual therapist and I kept discussing my NP’s behavior. Noting his narcissistic tendencies, my therapist voiced concern, and we re-evaluated whether my NP’s actions stemmed from a desire for control. We both wholeheartedly agreed that it felt like control, whether intentional or not. Together, my therapist and I wrote him a letter explaining my feelings and stating firmly that I refuse to give him control over my sex life. I drew clear boundaries and read them to him, and we discussed them in couples therapy. The discussion went okay; NP was overwhelmed but assured both me and the therapist that this wasn't about control and that we would discuss it further later. Afterward, NP pulled back a bit. We agreed to a temporary ceasefire and paused the group sex discussion because it was becoming far too draining for both sides. As SP and I continued exploring BDSM, I came home one day with bruises on my bottom that were smaller than two handprints. Because I was under the influence of THC, I wasn't thinking clearly and bent over before sex with my NP, accidentally revealing the bruises. This sent my NP into a full PTSD episode. I apologized for putting it in his face, and we moved on. He discussed it with his therapist, and I learned from the incident, promising never to visually expose him to it again. However, I explicitly told him I would not give up BDSM with SP.
Later, SP invited me to his birthday party. It was a swinger event where group activities would likely happen, but he knew I wouldn't be participating. I waited a week to figure out the best way to ask my NP if I could go. When I finally asked, he blew up before I could even provide details, accusing me of breaking my promise not to ask for group sex. He was furious that I would even request to attend a swinger event. I explained that I would not be participating—only watching at most, which isn't active participation—but he remained furious. He stated he absolutely did not trust me or SP at an event like that. Recognizing how heated things were, I asked to pause the conversation and walked away. Before I could get away, NP followed me to explain his reaction. I asked for space again, and he left. Moments later, he came back into the room to add more thoughts on how he arrived at that headspace, and I screamed at him to go away. This outburst likely pushed him into another episode, and we sat in the same house in total silence for nine hours. Finally, I called him in and apologized for screaming, but explained that he had refused to give me the physical space I explicitly asked for. He understood, but he still didn't want me to go to the party. Exhausted, we went to sleep.
Shortly after, my NP and I got into a massive fight—the kind where I left the house and genuinely considered not coming back. It centered on feeling like my sexual freedom was being controlled, his lack of progress in therapy, his failure to actively work on his PTSD (he started individual therapy last fall for the first time since he was 19), and his chronic inability to listen to or respect my needs regarding my autonomy. I left the house and requested total radio silence until I initiated contact. This fight triggered another PTSD episode for him, but I had to leave for a prior commitment. I was angry and left him alone during the episode—something he hasn't forgotten, though he claims to have forgiven me. For the next 24 hours, NP texted me continuously about how messed up, struggling, and sorry he was. I held my boundary of not discussing the relationship, muted his notifications, and kept my distance.
Three days later, I came home and we talked. Out of nowhere, NP said, "No, you're right. You should be allowed to be in group activities. I'm just in a really bad state of autistic regression and burnout due to life stress and all our fighting. You and SP can participate in group activities, but I don't want to discuss them or know they are happening. I want to reopen this discussion in September." My immediate thought was, *Great, what if September comes and he just tells me I can't do it anymore?* But instead of spiraling into "what-ifs" (a personal habit of mine), I told him I appreciated the concession and closed the conversation. Things were peaceful for a few days.
Suddenly, the topic came back up. I don't remember the exact catalyst, but it led to us discussing his decision to let me swing. He got angry, which made me angry, and the familiar feeling of being controlled rushed back. I asked him directly, "Are you mad that I didn't turn down your permission for me and SP to do group activities?" He responded, "That's a loaded question." I walked away again, and this time he let me go. We talked a few hours later, and he apologized, saying he didn't mean it that way. We had a long, level-headed chat and both came out of it feeling calm. Afterward, I left for SP's house. I had committed to spending a solid week there because my work schedule had been chaotic. On the drive over, it hit me like a brick wall: *My husband is a controlling narcissist.*
I spent that full week with my SP, and it was honestly the best week of my life. I didn't have to argue. I didn't have to fight to be noticed. I was met with continuous love, safety, and affection. I realized *this* is the peaceful life I actually want. I broke down crying to SP about everything. He told me I deserve to be with someone who doesn't make my daily life hell. After sitting with that reality all day, I looked at SP and told him I think I want a divorce.
A few days later, I returned home to my NP, and we immediately argued over something incredibly minor. He took a joke too far, which hurt my feelings. When I brought it up, he claimed he shouldn't have to apologize because I already know he makes crass jokes. I explained that given how fragile our relationship is right now, he needs to be gentler and less mean. He blew up because to him, "mean" implies an explicit intent to cause harm, and since he didn't *intend* to hurt me, he felt an apology was unwarranted.
Last night felt like the absolute final straw, and I need to know if I am being unfair or just completely overwhelmed by the cumulative weight of everything. During sex, NP tried to remove my shirt. Because I had bite-mark bruises on my chest, I told him no. He immediately spun into an episode—flinching and panicking—and said, "You come home marked up every single time. It's not okay for me to have to deal with this."
I pointed out that this was maybe the sixth time I had ever come home with bruises in the entire duration of my relationship with SP. My NP has a very low sex drive; he rarely initiates sex, and when we do have an intimate connection, he rarely takes my clothes off. Most of our sexual intimacy consists of him giving to me, which I genuinely appreciate and value. Because of this, he rarely even knows when I have bruises. This was only the third time he had actually become aware of them.
After I clarified this, NP said, "I just don't understand. You know this bothers me. You know I asked for no bruises. You know I don't want it in this house. When we got married, you said you were okay giving up BDSM forever. But you aren't even willing to avoid bruises to keep from triggering me."
This absolutely floored me. I responded, "When I said that years ago, we were strictly monogamous and I had never actually experienced BDSM. It is entirely unfair to hold me to that or ask me to stop now, especially since you explicitly encouraged me to explore it with SP." He started protesting that my stance wasn't fair.
Recognizing that the conversation was entirely too heated—and because I had just taken a hit of THC—I enforced a pause. I told him, "You are too heated right now, and I just used THC. Neither of us is in the right headspace to navigate this logically. We are stopping this discussion and we will come back to it later."
He began arguing against the pause, claiming I wasn't respecting his feelings by shutting down a conversation that mattered to him. I explained it was a matter of basic logic: we both act like assholes when we are heated, and I cannot fight fairly when I am high, so I was suspending the talk for our own good.
He refused to stop. He kept talking and talking, pivoting to adjacent topics, claiming it was completely fine to keep going because he wasn't discussing *the* specific forbidden topic anymore. Furious and emotionally checked out, I tuned him out completely and let him ramble until he finally ran out of words. He thanked me, we ended up having sex because he suddenly felt heard and validated, and we went to bed.
It is now the morning after, and I am parsing through everything. I need serious help. What are your thoughts?
(Don't just say dump xyz or stop being polyam, those are not ideal solutions because this clearly runs deeper...)