Endings
My partner and I were together for 8 years before he told me he was poly. I was brought with the choice, open up our relationship or end things. At first I ended it.
Ultimately, I went back to him. I loved this man. Adored him. I couldn’t imagine my life without him, even if that meant changing myself.
It started off small with threesomes, which were honestly great. But eventually the newness of it started to wear off and I wanted to go on less and less dates. He however wanted more. So he started to go out on solo dates.
Every time he leaves the house to go on theese dates a pit drops in my stomach. I hate those days. I live in fear of when those days will come. I know what face he makes on his phone when he is texting someone else, and I know one of those days is coming.
Two of our threesome partners I still enjoy seeing them, which is why I conflicted for so long. Maybe there are parts of non monogamy im okay with? But if I were confronted with the choice, I would never be poly ever again. So why stay in a poly relationship? I’ve never seen anyone solo, I don’t want to.
A switch flipped in my mind a two months ago, I think I am done. Everyday I have the same thought, I don’t want to be polyamorous. And yet, I still don’t want to break up, I am just here.