I don't really have anyone to talk to about this part of our marriage, so it's nice being able to share it with strangers. I'm sure I'm going to mix events and timelines up as I go, but here's my story as I know it.
I met my wife, Erica, a couple years out of college. We had been in the same wide friend group so we knew each other for a while but we weren't really close. More like acquaintances. One night we were at a party at a mutual friend’s place and started talking to each other. We got along really well and made plans to go out on a date.
Before we went on our first date she informed me she had just gotten out of a relationship, wasn’t looking to jump into something too serious and wanted to make sure I was okay with being non-exclusive for a while. I was fine with that, we didn’t really know each other very well so no need to rush things.
We dated like this for maybe six months or so. I knew she occasionally went on other dates with other people, as did I, but we spent the majority of our time together.
She always tried to be discreet about her other dates, she might just tell me that she was going out with a friend or something like that. I could usually tell by how vague she was if it was a friend or a date. But there were also plenty of times that I was away for work that she wouldn’t necessarily let me know since I wasn't around.
Anyway, sometime after the six month mark she comes over to my place and tells me she thinks we need to break-up. Since we were non-exclusive I figured she found someone she liked better. Turns out that wasn’t the case.
She told me that she’s having a problem with jealousy. She hates the idea of me dating other girls and it’s affecting our relationship. But at the same time she said she’s not ready to go exclusive herself. Erica didn’t think that was fair to me so thought it best if we ended it.
I tried to talk her out of it and we were in a sort of relationship limbo for a couple weeks. Basically I wasn’t interested in dating anyone else and since I seemed to be her priority I didn’t think anything would change. We could always go exclusive at some future date. I didn’t want to end a good thing.
Eventually she reluctantly agreed that I would only date her but she could still date other guys for now if she wanted to and we’d discuss this arrangement again later on.
The change in her was like night and day. I didn’t realize how moody or snippy she had gotten over the last little while and now she was so much happier and fun to be with. I guess the change was slow enough that I never really saw it, but I loved having the old Erica back.
About six months after “the talk” we moved in together. I guess I always figured we’d eventually become a “normal” couple. But we just kinda stayed with what worked.
At some point, probably a month or two after we moved in together, we had a long heart to heart talk where she admitted she was having sex with someone else “usually at least once, sometimes a few times a week” and it was usually with one of the two guys she told me she regularly saw. I was kind of surprised at the frequency since we did it probably four or five times a week as it was. She was obviously getting a lot of sex.
Like I mentioned earlier, she generally tried to be discreet about her dates but sometimes there were obvious tells. Like her coming home late and rushing to the shower as soon as she got in the door, finding the bed sheets changed randomly in the middle of the week when no other laundry was done, and of course the time I saw a condom wrapper in the trash.
These things probably should have bothered me but I still felt we had a great relationship. We cuddled all the time, had regular amazing sex, and could talk for hours with each other about anything. It was hard to complain, so I went with it.
Around a year later we got engaged and another year after that got married. We’ve been married for almost ten years now and while the men have changed over the years, we still have the agreement in place.
I know I’ve left all kinds of gaps and questions here, but this seemed to be going on a little long. I’ll try to add more soon.
I met my wife, Erica, a couple years out of college. We had been in the same wide friend group so we knew each other for a while but we weren't really close. More like acquaintances. One night we were at a party at a mutual friend’s place and started talking to each other. We got along really well and made plans to go out on a date.
Before we went on our first date she informed me she had just gotten out of a relationship, wasn’t looking to jump into something too serious and wanted to make sure I was okay with being non-exclusive for a while. I was fine with that, we didn’t really know each other very well so no need to rush things.
We dated like this for maybe six months or so. I knew she occasionally went on other dates with other people, as did I, but we spent the majority of our time together.
She always tried to be discreet about her other dates, she might just tell me that she was going out with a friend or something like that. I could usually tell by how vague she was if it was a friend or a date. But there were also plenty of times that I was away for work that she wouldn’t necessarily let me know since I wasn't around.
Anyway, sometime after the six month mark she comes over to my place and tells me she thinks we need to break-up. Since we were non-exclusive I figured she found someone she liked better. Turns out that wasn’t the case.
She told me that she’s having a problem with jealousy. She hates the idea of me dating other girls and it’s affecting our relationship. But at the same time she said she’s not ready to go exclusive herself. Erica didn’t think that was fair to me so thought it best if we ended it.
I tried to talk her out of it and we were in a sort of relationship limbo for a couple weeks. Basically I wasn’t interested in dating anyone else and since I seemed to be her priority I didn’t think anything would change. We could always go exclusive at some future date. I didn’t want to end a good thing.
Eventually she reluctantly agreed that I would only date her but she could still date other guys for now if she wanted to and we’d discuss this arrangement again later on.
The change in her was like night and day. I didn’t realize how moody or snippy she had gotten over the last little while and now she was so much happier and fun to be with. I guess the change was slow enough that I never really saw it, but I loved having the old Erica back.
About six months after “the talk” we moved in together. I guess I always figured we’d eventually become a “normal” couple. But we just kinda stayed with what worked.
At some point, probably a month or two after we moved in together, we had a long heart to heart talk where she admitted she was having sex with someone else “usually at least once, sometimes a few times a week” and it was usually with one of the two guys she told me she regularly saw. I was kind of surprised at the frequency since we did it probably four or five times a week as it was. She was obviously getting a lot of sex.
Like I mentioned earlier, she generally tried to be discreet about her dates but sometimes there were obvious tells. Like her coming home late and rushing to the shower as soon as she got in the door, finding the bed sheets changed randomly in the middle of the week when no other laundry was done, and of course the time I saw a condom wrapper in the trash.
These things probably should have bothered me but I still felt we had a great relationship. We cuddled all the time, had regular amazing sex, and could talk for hours with each other about anything. It was hard to complain, so I went with it.
Around a year later we got engaged and another year after that got married. We’ve been married for almost ten years now and while the men have changed over the years, we still have the agreement in place.
I know I’ve left all kinds of gaps and questions here, but this seemed to be going on a little long. I’ll try to add more soon.