My wife has asked for space after I addressed my issues with her spending time with other men. What are your thoughts?
We have been together for 13 years and been married for 2 and a half. We have two kids. I come from a family of 7 with plenty of relatives, where as she is an only child. As such, I keep few friends as I have a large family while she has a network of friends to go out with and talk to. I am extremely family orientated and choose time with them over anything else.
Our relationship has been great, we hardly ever argue, we have very similar interests and outlook on life. I work Monday to Friday full time, she works shift work in care.
Recently, she has got very friendly with a couple of guys at work. One who she seems to message all day and taxi around regularly,
sometimes going out shopping together in the evening (he is also married). She says his English isn't great and being from another country doesn't know many people here, so she is looking after him somewhat.
I have let this go for some time but addressed it recently that I am a little uncomfortable with the out of hours alone time. I hoped she had understood my position there and cut back, which she seemed to do though things have felt a little awkward since, we agreed we need more time to ourselves.
Last night she collected an item for another male work colleague who can't drive and who she speaks to a lot, from a different town. Rather than drop it off at his door while he was at work she decided to come home, then go out at 9 to pick him up from work and take him back to his. I know this is a reasonably big deal because she suffers from a lot of tiredness for medical reasons, so for her to go out in the cold late at night is a big deal. Again, I addressed this, that I didn't feel there was a need to that scenario and I was uncomfortable with it.
With these, I do relay that I'm not trying to control but just making sure she knows how I feel, in the hope that she understands why it is upsetting me. Only today, things have been off and I received a message while at work saying she needs space, she feels unsettled and overwhelmed.
I feel like I am in panic mode a little. I have never done a thing without first considering her feelings. I consider myself to be a great dad, I do a lot of the housework and have never put her in any sort of discomfort around my own behaviours.
There was however a time long in the past (where I try to leave it though I cant deny it hurts me to this day) where a similar scenario arose, before we had kids, where she thought it appropriate to show a foreign lad who worked with her mum, a town an hour away and walking round a country park together, without telling me she was doing so or messaging me at all that day. It broke me a little though I have no idea the truth of what happened.
I have never controlled how much she goes out with friends, ever, but these situations have seemed so full on that I am living in an unsettled state. I know she is a lovely person that will help anyone, and I am in total fear of losing her.
I'm hoping someone can take the neutral position here and let me know if I am valid in my feelings about her spending evening time with other men, or if perhaps I am overthinking things. And now she has asked for space I will try and fight all urges to give it, though I would also welcome any advice there.
This feeling is horrible.
TLDR; I am uncomfortable with the time my wife spends alone with other men. Having told her it upsets me, she has told me she is upset and overwhelmed and needs space. Advice would be great. Thanks for the read in advance.
We have been together for 13 years and been married for 2 and a half. We have two kids. I come from a family of 7 with plenty of relatives, where as she is an only child. As such, I keep few friends as I have a large family while she has a network of friends to go out with and talk to. I am extremely family orientated and choose time with them over anything else.
Our relationship has been great, we hardly ever argue, we have very similar interests and outlook on life. I work Monday to Friday full time, she works shift work in care.
Recently, she has got very friendly with a couple of guys at work. One who she seems to message all day and taxi around regularly,
sometimes going out shopping together in the evening (he is also married). She says his English isn't great and being from another country doesn't know many people here, so she is looking after him somewhat.
I have let this go for some time but addressed it recently that I am a little uncomfortable with the out of hours alone time. I hoped she had understood my position there and cut back, which she seemed to do though things have felt a little awkward since, we agreed we need more time to ourselves.
Last night she collected an item for another male work colleague who can't drive and who she speaks to a lot, from a different town. Rather than drop it off at his door while he was at work she decided to come home, then go out at 9 to pick him up from work and take him back to his. I know this is a reasonably big deal because she suffers from a lot of tiredness for medical reasons, so for her to go out in the cold late at night is a big deal. Again, I addressed this, that I didn't feel there was a need to that scenario and I was uncomfortable with it.
With these, I do relay that I'm not trying to control but just making sure she knows how I feel, in the hope that she understands why it is upsetting me. Only today, things have been off and I received a message while at work saying she needs space, she feels unsettled and overwhelmed.
I feel like I am in panic mode a little. I have never done a thing without first considering her feelings. I consider myself to be a great dad, I do a lot of the housework and have never put her in any sort of discomfort around my own behaviours.
There was however a time long in the past (where I try to leave it though I cant deny it hurts me to this day) where a similar scenario arose, before we had kids, where she thought it appropriate to show a foreign lad who worked with her mum, a town an hour away and walking round a country park together, without telling me she was doing so or messaging me at all that day. It broke me a little though I have no idea the truth of what happened.
I have never controlled how much she goes out with friends, ever, but these situations have seemed so full on that I am living in an unsettled state. I know she is a lovely person that will help anyone, and I am in total fear of losing her.
I'm hoping someone can take the neutral position here and let me know if I am valid in my feelings about her spending evening time with other men, or if perhaps I am overthinking things. And now she has asked for space I will try and fight all urges to give it, though I would also welcome any advice there.
This feeling is horrible.
TLDR; I am uncomfortable with the time my wife spends alone with other men. Having told her it upsets me, she has told me she is upset and overwhelmed and needs space. Advice would be great. Thanks for the read in advance.
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Is my wife having an emotional affair on me?
My parter of 12 years (married 7), since the beginning of February has been talking to another guy. This timing is perfectly aligned with what I would consider an even bigger change in our relationship. That change being her feeling unhappy, unfulfilled, lost/stuck and like something is missing.
To the point where she’s told me she doesn’t know what’s going to happen or what the change she needs looks like. We have two beautiful children, 4 year old daughter and 2 year old son . And we feel the kids have really taken a toll on us recently. She says she feels that she just needs to focus on her self. And up until just recently I have been very supportive of that. But the extra weight that comes with that for me has started to make me feel some resentment due to her just doing her own thing while I step up more with raising the kids while being left here wondering what’s going to happen as I feel like I’m being strung along.
Now backtrack to the beginning of February when she started talking to him. They’ve always been friends on social media, and one day he sends her a response to one of her stories. This is where the conversations started. All of a sudden I noticed her behaviors shifted.
She started working up stairs, she was constantly on her phone, etc. Then one day at her brothers birthday party, her brother noticed the odd behavior of her being stuck on her phone and felt uncomfortable with what he said he saw on her phone. This was a breaking point for me and I finally asked details about their relationship. She admitted to it being very flirty, that she dumped our relationship status to him (ie trauma dumped), was sending selfies back and forth, and that it was an escape for her. I asked to see the messages but couldn’t see them because they vanished on IG. She defended her self by saying she never sent any bad photos. I then lost it when I found out he’d message her in the morning saying ‘good morning, sweet girl’ along with calling her cute in other messages.
He also went on a vacation and she said she wishes she could have gone with him. It caused big problems between her and I and her and her family, particularly her mom. Her mom was shocked and felt very disappointed in her. When I told her I wanted to see the messages, she told me she deleted them because I wasn’t in a stable state for me to see them. She then stopped talking to him after telling him it’s effecting our marriage. A week later and they are talking again, even after we had multiple conversations about how it all made me feel uncomfortable. Like she just couldn’t stay away, which in turn continued to bother me. She’s now switched to Snapchat because that’s primarily what he uses. Prior to this she had claimed to not like Snapchat and didn’t understand why I use it. Another thing that’s bothered me.
She claims that this time they aren’t talking about sensitive things that made me uncomfortable the first time, and that she just likes talking to him because they click and have something that her and I don’t. Multiple times she has asked him to grab food at night before or after her gym session. One night he finally agreed and they went and got tacos together. I brushed it off because I was trying to support her journey to finding herself, and getting new friends. She’s now asked him multiple times to hangout because she needs friends and a life out of being a mom and wife. Yet she leaves all her friends of years and years and people who have reached out to her to help her on read.
I am now posting this because I’ve discovered another thing that bothers me. I’ve found that it’s not uncommon for her to stay up anywhere from 12:30 to 2:00 AM talking to him, even on work nights. I don’t know how many times I’ve told her it makes me uncomfortable especially an after how things went down when they first started talking. Yet she just claims that she needs it and that it makes her “feel gross” that she has to choose. This is something that she would never ever allow me to do, and I never have.
My parter of 12 years (married 7), since the beginning of February has been talking to another guy. This timing is perfectly aligned with what I would consider an even bigger change in our relationship. That change being her feeling unhappy, unfulfilled, lost/stuck and like something is missing.
To the point where she’s told me she doesn’t know what’s going to happen or what the change she needs looks like. We have two beautiful children, 4 year old daughter and 2 year old son . And we feel the kids have really taken a toll on us recently. She says she feels that she just needs to focus on her self. And up until just recently I have been very supportive of that. But the extra weight that comes with that for me has started to make me feel some resentment due to her just doing her own thing while I step up more with raising the kids while being left here wondering what’s going to happen as I feel like I’m being strung along.
Now backtrack to the beginning of February when she started talking to him. They’ve always been friends on social media, and one day he sends her a response to one of her stories. This is where the conversations started. All of a sudden I noticed her behaviors shifted.
She started working up stairs, she was constantly on her phone, etc. Then one day at her brothers birthday party, her brother noticed the odd behavior of her being stuck on her phone and felt uncomfortable with what he said he saw on her phone. This was a breaking point for me and I finally asked details about their relationship. She admitted to it being very flirty, that she dumped our relationship status to him (ie trauma dumped), was sending selfies back and forth, and that it was an escape for her. I asked to see the messages but couldn’t see them because they vanished on IG. She defended her self by saying she never sent any bad photos. I then lost it when I found out he’d message her in the morning saying ‘good morning, sweet girl’ along with calling her cute in other messages.
He also went on a vacation and she said she wishes she could have gone with him. It caused big problems between her and I and her and her family, particularly her mom. Her mom was shocked and felt very disappointed in her. When I told her I wanted to see the messages, she told me she deleted them because I wasn’t in a stable state for me to see them. She then stopped talking to him after telling him it’s effecting our marriage. A week later and they are talking again, even after we had multiple conversations about how it all made me feel uncomfortable. Like she just couldn’t stay away, which in turn continued to bother me. She’s now switched to Snapchat because that’s primarily what he uses. Prior to this she had claimed to not like Snapchat and didn’t understand why I use it. Another thing that’s bothered me.
She claims that this time they aren’t talking about sensitive things that made me uncomfortable the first time, and that she just likes talking to him because they click and have something that her and I don’t. Multiple times she has asked him to grab food at night before or after her gym session. One night he finally agreed and they went and got tacos together. I brushed it off because I was trying to support her journey to finding herself, and getting new friends. She’s now asked him multiple times to hangout because she needs friends and a life out of being a mom and wife. Yet she leaves all her friends of years and years and people who have reached out to her to help her on read.
I am now posting this because I’ve discovered another thing that bothers me. I’ve found that it’s not uncommon for her to stay up anywhere from 12:30 to 2:00 AM talking to him, even on work nights. I don’t know how many times I’ve told her it makes me uncomfortable especially an after how things went down when they first started talking. Yet she just claims that she needs it and that it makes her “feel gross” that she has to choose. This is something that she would never ever allow me to do, and I never have.
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And she openly admits that. Which makes me feel like this is a one way street and that I just have to be accepting of that. And that doesn’t feel fair to me.
My Mom used to hide under my bed at night.
I was born in 2000, grew up in a small town in Northeast Ohio. We had one of those little ranch-style houses, all on one floor, three bedrooms. It was just me and my mom for most of my life. My dad left when I was a baby.
She was a good mom, from what I remember. We didn’t have much money, but she made sure I always had what I needed. She worked as a waitress at a restaurant in the center of town. Always tired, but always kind. We’d watch movies together at night. She’d tuck me in, kiss my forehead, and tell me she loved me. I felt safe.
**Except at bedtime.**
I must’ve been about six or seven the first time I noticed it. One night after she tucked me in, I heard the floor creak after she turned off the light. Not out in the hall, right by my bed.
I remember freezing, listening. Then I heard the sound of her breathing. Slow. Heavy. Right underneath me.
I leaned over the edge and whispered, “Mom?”
She didn’t answer. Just this soft little giggle. Not mean. Not playful. Just… weird.
I called for her louder. After a few seconds, she crawled out from under the bed like it was the most normal thing in the world. Smiled at me and said, “Go to sleep, sweetheart. Mommy’s here.”
Then she left the room.
The next night, same thing. I heard her crawl under right after lights out. The soft thud of her knees and hands against the floorboards, the shift of the mattress as she settled in. Then the breathing.
I was too little to really question it. I thought maybe it was just a game she liked to play. But the older I got, the more I realized it wasn’t a game.
It became a routine. She’d tuck me in like normal, turn off the light, and then she’d get under the bed. Everyhe bed like night.
And then she started doing little things.
She would tap on the wood under my mattress in these odd rhythms. Three taps, then two, then four. Sometimes it sounded almost like a song, other times like random patterns. If I moved or sat up, she’d stop until I lay back down.
A couple times, I caught her peeking out from the foot of the bed. I’d feel eyes on me and look down, and there she was. Her face just visible in the dark, one eye glinting in the faint light from the hall.movies together at nMy Mom used to hide
I stopped sleeping well. I’d lie stiff under the covers, too afraid to move or call for her. If I tried to leave the bed, she’d grab my ankle. Not hard, just enough to stop me. Then she’d giggle again, that same soft weird giggle.
I never told anyone. How do you explain something like that when you’re a kid? I figured no one would believe me.
It wasn’t every night that something scary happened. Some nights she’d just lie there quietly. I’d hear herred, but always to herself sometimes. Words I couldn’t make out, soft and steady, like she was talking to someone I couldn’t hear.
This went on fore ranch-sty
During the day, she was totally normal. Made my lunch, helped with homework, joked with me, hugged me. I remember trying to work up the courage to ask her about it once when I was around ten. I said something dumb, like, “Mom, why do you sleep under my bed?”
She just blinked at me and smiled. “Oh buddy, I don’t do that. You must be having silly dreams.”
But that night, she was there again. And the tapping was louder.
By the time I was nine or ten, I stopped looking under the bed. I started sleeping on the couch when I could get away with it.
Eventually, when I turned eleven, she told me I was old enough to have a lock on my door. She never came back into my room.
I don’t know why she did it. I don’t know what changed.
She passed away when I was twenty-three. Cancer. In her last weeks, she was confused a lot of the time, drifting in and out. But one night, when I was sitting by her bed, she grabbed my wrist and said very clearly:
"I kept you safe, you know. **You were never alone at night.**"
I still don’t understand what she meant.
I was born in 2000, grew up in a small town in Northeast Ohio. We had one of those little ranch-style houses, all on one floor, three bedrooms. It was just me and my mom for most of my life. My dad left when I was a baby.
She was a good mom, from what I remember. We didn’t have much money, but she made sure I always had what I needed. She worked as a waitress at a restaurant in the center of town. Always tired, but always kind. We’d watch movies together at night. She’d tuck me in, kiss my forehead, and tell me she loved me. I felt safe.
**Except at bedtime.**
I must’ve been about six or seven the first time I noticed it. One night after she tucked me in, I heard the floor creak after she turned off the light. Not out in the hall, right by my bed.
I remember freezing, listening. Then I heard the sound of her breathing. Slow. Heavy. Right underneath me.
I leaned over the edge and whispered, “Mom?”
She didn’t answer. Just this soft little giggle. Not mean. Not playful. Just… weird.
I called for her louder. After a few seconds, she crawled out from under the bed like it was the most normal thing in the world. Smiled at me and said, “Go to sleep, sweetheart. Mommy’s here.”
Then she left the room.
The next night, same thing. I heard her crawl under right after lights out. The soft thud of her knees and hands against the floorboards, the shift of the mattress as she settled in. Then the breathing.
I was too little to really question it. I thought maybe it was just a game she liked to play. But the older I got, the more I realized it wasn’t a game.
It became a routine. She’d tuck me in like normal, turn off the light, and then she’d get under the bed. Everyhe bed like night.
And then she started doing little things.
She would tap on the wood under my mattress in these odd rhythms. Three taps, then two, then four. Sometimes it sounded almost like a song, other times like random patterns. If I moved or sat up, she’d stop until I lay back down.
A couple times, I caught her peeking out from the foot of the bed. I’d feel eyes on me and look down, and there she was. Her face just visible in the dark, one eye glinting in the faint light from the hall.movies together at nMy Mom used to hide
I stopped sleeping well. I’d lie stiff under the covers, too afraid to move or call for her. If I tried to leave the bed, she’d grab my ankle. Not hard, just enough to stop me. Then she’d giggle again, that same soft weird giggle.
I never told anyone. How do you explain something like that when you’re a kid? I figured no one would believe me.
It wasn’t every night that something scary happened. Some nights she’d just lie there quietly. I’d hear herred, but always to herself sometimes. Words I couldn’t make out, soft and steady, like she was talking to someone I couldn’t hear.
This went on fore ranch-sty
During the day, she was totally normal. Made my lunch, helped with homework, joked with me, hugged me. I remember trying to work up the courage to ask her about it once when I was around ten. I said something dumb, like, “Mom, why do you sleep under my bed?”
She just blinked at me and smiled. “Oh buddy, I don’t do that. You must be having silly dreams.”
But that night, she was there again. And the tapping was louder.
By the time I was nine or ten, I stopped looking under the bed. I started sleeping on the couch when I could get away with it.
Eventually, when I turned eleven, she told me I was old enough to have a lock on my door. She never came back into my room.
I don’t know why she did it. I don’t know what changed.
She passed away when I was twenty-three. Cancer. In her last weeks, she was confused a lot of the time, drifting in and out. But one night, when I was sitting by her bed, she grabbed my wrist and said very clearly:
"I kept you safe, you know. **You were never alone at night.**"
I still don’t understand what she meant.
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Agreed to an open marriage. My wife is furious that I’m not dating anyone else
My wife and I have been together for 13 years and married for 10. We have a 7-year-old AuADHD son who needs a *lot* of adult supervision.
My wife came out as bisexual and non-monogamous last year. I agreed to open up the marriage so she could explore that side of her. I wasn’t thrilled about it, but: (1) it meant a lot to her, (2) sometimes you just gotta do shit you don’t want, and (3) I have a bunch of blood pressure related issues that are making it hard for me to keep up in that area. She has an online boyfriend she’s hooked up with a few times and she’s also gone on a couple dates with different women.
I am technically allowed to date other people as well, in the same sense that a vegetarian is allowed to eat steak tartare. I have zero interest, and even if I were interested, between work and our son I flat-out don’t have the time.
Lately my wife has told me she feels like I’m guilt-tripping her and “martyring” myself by not “taking advantage” of the open part of our open marriage. When I tell her I’m not interested, she gets angry and says I’m being unfair and hurting her feelings by not participating. Twice now she’s threatened to break up with her boyfriend, and at this point I honestly couldn’t care less if she did (and I know she won’t).
I am not a patient man by default, and what little patience I have is all but gone here. She already gets to fuck other people and come back to our home, and that’s not good enough for her any more? I have been thinking about threatening divorce, but I don’t want to make threats in general, and especially not until I’m 100% committed to following through, and I’m not there yet.
We are in couples therapy. Our therapist is useless on this issue. She just makes us automatically denigrate ourselves by saying “the story I’m telling myself is …” whenever we talk about our feelings. One time she charged us $400 for a podcast recommendation. My wife *loves* this therapist and does not want to switch.
I have been asking around for some perspectives on this. Consensus seems to be a combination of “maybe she feels guilty” and “you are a liar and an idiot.”
TL;DR: Agreed to an open marriage. Wife is sleeping around, as is her right, and I’m not. That offends her. Am I missing anything?
My wife and I have been together for 13 years and married for 10. We have a 7-year-old AuADHD son who needs a *lot* of adult supervision.
My wife came out as bisexual and non-monogamous last year. I agreed to open up the marriage so she could explore that side of her. I wasn’t thrilled about it, but: (1) it meant a lot to her, (2) sometimes you just gotta do shit you don’t want, and (3) I have a bunch of blood pressure related issues that are making it hard for me to keep up in that area. She has an online boyfriend she’s hooked up with a few times and she’s also gone on a couple dates with different women.
I am technically allowed to date other people as well, in the same sense that a vegetarian is allowed to eat steak tartare. I have zero interest, and even if I were interested, between work and our son I flat-out don’t have the time.
Lately my wife has told me she feels like I’m guilt-tripping her and “martyring” myself by not “taking advantage” of the open part of our open marriage. When I tell her I’m not interested, she gets angry and says I’m being unfair and hurting her feelings by not participating. Twice now she’s threatened to break up with her boyfriend, and at this point I honestly couldn’t care less if she did (and I know she won’t).
I am not a patient man by default, and what little patience I have is all but gone here. She already gets to fuck other people and come back to our home, and that’s not good enough for her any more? I have been thinking about threatening divorce, but I don’t want to make threats in general, and especially not until I’m 100% committed to following through, and I’m not there yet.
We are in couples therapy. Our therapist is useless on this issue. She just makes us automatically denigrate ourselves by saying “the story I’m telling myself is …” whenever we talk about our feelings. One time she charged us $400 for a podcast recommendation. My wife *loves* this therapist and does not want to switch.
I have been asking around for some perspectives on this. Consensus seems to be a combination of “maybe she feels guilty” and “you are a liar and an idiot.”
TL;DR: Agreed to an open marriage. Wife is sleeping around, as is her right, and I’m not. That offends her. Am I missing anything?
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My (21m) ex gf (21f) is devastated I sIept with someone else 2 weeks after breakup
So basically I met this girl exactly a year ago and we went strong for a few months (October - January) and were super happy that whole time. We were each others first love and first relationship. She was a “virgin” technically, but we did all non penetrating s£ xvual stuff.
Then we had an argument and she broke up with me (mid January) and I spent a couple weeks processing everything and was devastated. A month later I came to her house with flowers and a note and we got back together.
Only about a month later she broke up with me again because she thought I was distracting her from school and I didn’t care about her career goals.
I was devastated again, but I really thought it was over and about a month after the breakup received oral from a girl I met at a bar.
Then a few weeks (late April) after this she calls me and says she wants to work things out, but we were leaving for summer break. I didn’t talk to anybody from may-august because I wanted to wait and see her in September.
We got together September 1st and I told her I had “seen” other people, and she told me she hadn’t talked to anybody. But she was fine with it and still wanted to work things out. Things were going really well. We were just as in love with each other and obsessed with each other as we’d always been. She said, though, she was having doubts about everything because of school and some compatiblity issues she thinks she sees in the future.
On September 16th, we got into an argument and she broke up with me again extremely out of the blue. This time she said it was because we were incompatible (life goals and habits were different and we could never work long term) so she said she was ending things for good and she was really sure about it this time. I begged her to just wait another week to see if things change. She said she was sure.
On September 20th I saw her out and tried talking with her, but during our conversation she just seemed to emotionally detached and like she wanted nothing to do with me.
At this point I didn’t want to play anymore games and although I still love her to death I just can’t afford to do this anymore, so on October 1st I slept with a girl I met out.
The DAY after she messages me and says she’s really sad about the breakup and wants to see each other for what (would have been) our one year anniversary.
So we meet up and everything is going well until she jokingly asked if I saw anyone else and I said yes.
She was destroyed by this information and cried for like an hour. I was really confused because the only difference between this girl and the other is we had full PIV s£x.
She said she felt betrayed that I “moved on so fast” and had full on s£x with someone 2 weeks after breaking up again.
I explained to her that I’m still in love with her, but just can’t play the games and it honestly felt like we were done for good. She says that it was disrespectful and that this probably ended things “for real”.
We are still hanging out and talking all the time, but are technically just “friends”.
Is there any recourse for this? Do you think it’s actually done? What should I say to her?
And before you tell me to just end it and cut her off, that’s what everyone says and I just don’t want to do that, I’m looking for other options.
Tl;dr slept with someone 2 weeks after breakup and am wondering if/how to patch things.
So basically I met this girl exactly a year ago and we went strong for a few months (October - January) and were super happy that whole time. We were each others first love and first relationship. She was a “virgin” technically, but we did all non penetrating s£ xvual stuff.
Then we had an argument and she broke up with me (mid January) and I spent a couple weeks processing everything and was devastated. A month later I came to her house with flowers and a note and we got back together.
Only about a month later she broke up with me again because she thought I was distracting her from school and I didn’t care about her career goals.
I was devastated again, but I really thought it was over and about a month after the breakup received oral from a girl I met at a bar.
Then a few weeks (late April) after this she calls me and says she wants to work things out, but we were leaving for summer break. I didn’t talk to anybody from may-august because I wanted to wait and see her in September.
We got together September 1st and I told her I had “seen” other people, and she told me she hadn’t talked to anybody. But she was fine with it and still wanted to work things out. Things were going really well. We were just as in love with each other and obsessed with each other as we’d always been. She said, though, she was having doubts about everything because of school and some compatiblity issues she thinks she sees in the future.
On September 16th, we got into an argument and she broke up with me again extremely out of the blue. This time she said it was because we were incompatible (life goals and habits were different and we could never work long term) so she said she was ending things for good and she was really sure about it this time. I begged her to just wait another week to see if things change. She said she was sure.
On September 20th I saw her out and tried talking with her, but during our conversation she just seemed to emotionally detached and like she wanted nothing to do with me.
At this point I didn’t want to play anymore games and although I still love her to death I just can’t afford to do this anymore, so on October 1st I slept with a girl I met out.
The DAY after she messages me and says she’s really sad about the breakup and wants to see each other for what (would have been) our one year anniversary.
So we meet up and everything is going well until she jokingly asked if I saw anyone else and I said yes.
She was destroyed by this information and cried for like an hour. I was really confused because the only difference between this girl and the other is we had full PIV s£x.
She said she felt betrayed that I “moved on so fast” and had full on s£x with someone 2 weeks after breaking up again.
I explained to her that I’m still in love with her, but just can’t play the games and it honestly felt like we were done for good. She says that it was disrespectful and that this probably ended things “for real”.
We are still hanging out and talking all the time, but are technically just “friends”.
Is there any recourse for this? Do you think it’s actually done? What should I say to her?
And before you tell me to just end it and cut her off, that’s what everyone says and I just don’t want to do that, I’m looking for other options.
Tl;dr slept with someone 2 weeks after breakup and am wondering if/how to patch things.
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I (26F) had a wet dream about myself and woke up having an orgasm
I had a sex dream about myself and it was the most intense, vivid dream I’ve ever had. There wasn’t anything special about it, I was simply looking at myself in a mirror completely naked and I started to touch myself. Again, nothing insane, I was just rubbing myself in front of the mirror and it was like I could quite literally feel everything. It felt like I was re-discovering everything for the first time. I was so incredibly aroused that I was woken up by the most powerful orgasm I ever felt in my entire life. I’ve never came like that in all of my years guys lmao.
Well, a week later same exact situation happened and I woke up cumming again. I haven’t experienced it since and until it happened, I didn’t even know that women can experience wet dreams. Having an orgasm without any physical stimulation is such a wild experience. Anyways, 10/10 recommend. On the other hand, now I’m contemplating if I’m a self absorbed narcassist. I mean, out of all things I could have a wet dream about, it was staring at myself in a mirror.
I had a sex dream about myself and it was the most intense, vivid dream I’ve ever had. There wasn’t anything special about it, I was simply looking at myself in a mirror completely naked and I started to touch myself. Again, nothing insane, I was just rubbing myself in front of the mirror and it was like I could quite literally feel everything. It felt like I was re-discovering everything for the first time. I was so incredibly aroused that I was woken up by the most powerful orgasm I ever felt in my entire life. I’ve never came like that in all of my years guys lmao.
Well, a week later same exact situation happened and I woke up cumming again. I haven’t experienced it since and until it happened, I didn’t even know that women can experience wet dreams. Having an orgasm without any physical stimulation is such a wild experience. Anyways, 10/10 recommend. On the other hand, now I’m contemplating if I’m a self absorbed narcassist. I mean, out of all things I could have a wet dream about, it was staring at myself in a mirror.
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