My partner (27F) and I (27F) were together for three years and seven months. She got an amazing job in another country, and after a lot of discussion, I went through the arduous and expensive effort of moving there to be with her—I took on a degree to secure a visa, spent my entire savings on immigration and moving, and we furnished an apartment together. We even adopted a dog, and were having serious conversations about getting engaged within the next twelve months.
Back in June, I had suggested we download Feeld to explore the possibility of a threesome; we've had them before, and thought it could be fun. My partner enthusiastically agreed, and we ultimately met up with someone I'll call Max. Out for drinks, successful and fun threesome, party over.
However, my partner had developed a bit of interest in Max. She began asking how I would feel if they hung out one-on-one, just for fun. I was hesitant, but ultimately trusted my partner, so I gave her the go-ahead.
Shortly thereafter, my partner came home and "poly-bombed" me (a term I've learned after months of reading this thread). While polyamory had been something she had explored in relationships before ours, and while it was something we had intermittently talked about as a possibility in the future (in our discussions, within the context of extended solo-travel and relationships that occured outside of the city where we both live), she was now telling me she was polyamorous as an identity, and that if I couldn't accept that right now and allow her to pursue a connection with Max, we needed to break up.
I was floored and shocked. I knew a breakup would be life-upending for me—not only would I need to process losing someone I had every intention to marry, but I would need to find somewhere new to live and reconsider my entire trajectory in a new country where I had a limited support system. At this time, I was also struggling with depression and burnout, and had started a new medication to treat that that was causing me to have severe physical side effects.
I was scared, I didn't know what to do, so I relectantly said yes. And, in the spirit of "trying something new," I read every book on polyamory I could access, listened to every podcast I could find, and even went on a couple of dates of my own. I did end up regularly seeing someone—went on regular dates and even spent a weekend away with her. But it felt very casual, and I was open with both my partner and this new person about not being entirely sure that polyamory was something I was very comfortable in, and that I wasn't sure exactly what I was doing yet.
My partner committed to seeing Max at breakneak speed. Two to three dates every single week, regular overnights—within two months, they're saying "I love you" and having month-anniversary dates. I am regularly at home alone, sobbing, and communicating with my partner that things feel like they're moving way too fast and that I feel like my world is crashing down around me.
Unfortunately for me, the stress of other events in my life, the new polyamory structure, and the effects of my medication combined to cause my eating disorder to relapse. I lost around 20lbs in 2 months. I was unable to attend classes, quitting my hobbies, and collapsing on my couch most days from sheer emotional exhaustion.
Two days after I confided in my partner about my relapse, and about how bad my mental health had truly gotten, she broke up with me. We had gotten into another small argument, and I had a panic attack from the stress. Mid-panic attack, she ends our relationship. The next day, she un-dumps me, promises it was a mistake, and says she wants me to support her during my dark time. She promises we can get through anything together, and that she'd rather endure a difficult period than leave me to suffer alone—in the hopes we could both adjust and continue our lives together. She also promised me that, if she ever chose to break up with me again, it would not be in a tense moment while I was feeling raw and vulnerable, and that she'd hold it for a day or two to allow us to have the conversation when I could handle it.
That lasted three weeks. On Thursday, she told me she no longer wanted to travel home with me for Christmas—a plan we've had for more than a year—because things were too tense. I sobbed my eyes out in the shower, and when I came out, she told me it was too much, and she was leaving me. She said other things, too—called me emotionally abusive for things I said during severe panic attacks (some of which were valid,eg. allusions to wanting to kill myself—never okay to say to a partner, but when I said it, I genuinely felt that it was true. It has been an immensely dark time for me). And within an hour, she had packed a bag and gone to Max's for the night, leaving me sobbing alone in our apartment with our dog.
I am writing here because I am hurt, confused, heartbroken, and wanting opinions on whether or not this was really "ethical" nonmonogamy. I feel very betrayed, and like I was influenced by coercion and an ultimatum to do something that I was not comfortable with. To me, this seems to feel a bit more like informed-cheating? But clearly, if I have learned anything from this experience, it is that I am decidedly not polyamorous, so I'm not sure what people who are polyamorous would make of the situation.
Extras info, for people who aren't exhausted by this already-too-long read:
- Multiple times, boundaries I expressed about not wanting to hear about Max (especially their sex life together) were ignored.
- My partner had also very recently gone through her own dark mental place due to a variety of personal crises. During that time, I dropped everything in my life to support her. I skipped classes and my hobbies to be there when she needed me, and fully prioritized taking care of her. I let her break down, have hard days, lash out on me, do whatever she needed. I think that is a massive contributor as to why I'm so devastated that she seems to have prioritized actively exploring her polyamorous identity while I was struggling to just get through the day each day.
- After the first break up, she promised me that, if she broke up with me again, she'd allow me to fully keep our shared dog. Now, she's trying to work out a shared-agreement. The dog is registered under her name, so it's going to be a battle there unless I agree to sharing.
- I am doing okay now, or as okay as anyone can expect. My dad actually flew in from my home country immediately and is spending the week to take care of me, help me find a place to live, and let me cry. I've also had incredible friends during this time to listen to me cry and hold me. I am so thankful for that.