07-28-2013, 08:07 PM
Hi all,
I'm new here and hoping some of you might be kind enough to offer some words of advice.
Where to start? I'm gonna use fake names; he knows I'm on forums but I feel this is more discreet, and I’m sorry this is so long.
I met John when I was 19, only a few months separate our age. We are 29 now. I can honestly say that I couldn't be more thankful to have met him. I regularly say to him that I never imagined I would be as happy as he has made me.
We’ve had several rough patches however. He was sexually active since he was 17, and I was at 18. He doesn’t know how many men he has slept with, whereas I know my number and if I think about it I can name them all. When we met he had just come out of a relationship and just wanted to be friends, this was great, we had sexual chemistry and shared interests so we hung out. This lasted for about two weeks, and then I kissed him.
We started seeing each other; he stayed at the halls at with me at Uni often. During one of the terms I moved out of halls and in with him in his studio flat. I was meant to be studying and he was meant to be doing a college course and working.
Here a pattern emerges, he’s repeatedly failed. John is a fairly shy anxious person, over the past 10 years this has varied but it has persisted. Each time something overwhelms him academically, at work or in a relationship he tends to hide. He worries about things rather than acting, can be rather indecisive and on top of this lazy. I’m sure he also feels trapped by his parents. They are rather wealthy and because they provide so much he has learnt to do for himself in 10 years what I must have learnt in one year when I was about 16, (my family are working class and although we were never very poor I have always been motivated to do things for myself, even if I do it wrong). I’m sure I am partly to blame too, I’ve always looked after him and when he is slow to make decisions ended up making them for him.
During the early years of our relationship he messed up with work and school. If he got into debt his parents would help us out. We lived in several flats together, all the time his parents helped find us places to live and work/education opportunities for him.
Around four years in came our first major blip. I’m less experienced than him (having not slept with many men and having never tried women). I told him I thought we should end things, despite loving him more than anything I wanted other men. After 24 hours I changed my mind.
The same thing happened in year five. However this time I had met up with a mutual friend and kissed him, we planned to go further but I was so guilty and uncomfortable. It turned out that this mutual ‘friend’ and their group had come between us. Several of them wanted John and when John was out with them and drunk they would kiss him. I told him what I had done and left him for four months. I will never forget how much I hurt him. During that time I added three or four notches to the bed post and although I had met some interesting people we ended up back together.
Because I had left he had to eventually move out of our flat and back in with his parents. Not the worst thing in the world because the property they own is massive. For the past five years I have lived with friends and we have been patching up our relationship. I often go to his place. We pretty much have our own space and his family are like my extended family as I have never been very close to my own.
Last year John told me out of the blue that he was moving to another city with his best friend to start life a-new. He had made some drunken decisions while on holiday with this person. I’ve worked out that he emotionally cheated on me with his best friend, they had done nothing physical. On top of this he felt depressed and trapped. He insisted that he didn’t feel trapped by me and more by his nine years of failures and with living with his parents for four years and not living up to their standards. I was so shocked with what he told me. I talked to him and when he came to his senses he asked if he could leave for six months and would I wait for him. I asked him to decide to either stay or leave and not leave me in limbo. He decided to stay. He cut ties with his best friend who we think had manipulated him, John has been very sad and lost much of his social life since losing his best friend. I took the opportunity to tell him that I had got very drunk and kissed a guy at a party, he didn’t seem fazed by it. From there we agreed to be much more honest and communicate much more frankly with each other. Earlier last year I had also found out that I have an illness (not HIV or anything too bad), going into no details I am unwell occasionally. It is sad but we can deal with it.
This summer has been weird. John has always had stomach pain and we guessed that it was partly linked to anxiety and stress. This was confirmed when his dad got him a job at his company. John tried the role for a few months and was way in over his head. I’m sure I wouldn’t have been able to cope with it either. The doctors finally gave him some answers about his stomach and stress. The changes made were great. All but one. While John waits to get into a counselling group the doctor put him on anti-depressants. The meds put a strain on our sex life. They seemed to make him a bit weird and climaxing for him now takes real effort. Knowing how much John likes a drink I asked him to check if he could drink while he is on the meds. We didn’t find info on it so pretty much forgot about it. In the mean time his dad gave us a business venture to consider, we were also looking at different options to live together again.
John likes ‘the scene’ more than me so I’m happy for him to go out with his remaining friends. He always gets too drunk though, ten years ago I was carrying him out of clubs with my friends (who had only just met him) helping me. John has missed his own birthday meal before because of drink. The last couple times we went out were particularly bad. When visiting friends I took a taxi home because I was unwell and because John was very disagreeable. On Friday something similar happened.
It has become clear that John has an alcohol problem. He seems that little bit worse and different while foolishly drinking while on anti-depressants too. Like I said, on Friday I went home and John continued on to a gay bar. I can’t believe I am writing this next bit. He got very drunk and took a guy back to his house they fooled around (wanking and blowjobs I’m told). John’s meds and booze stopped him from cumming. Apparently after the other guy came they passed out. I can pretty much guess what sort of state John must have been in for that to happen, we’ve talked about it and I accept that John is easily led (as he was with his best friend) but of course he is responsible.
That’s where we are. We’ve talked a lot and thought about how to go forward, but I’m so unsure he will change, and have trust issues. We both accept that we are lustful for other men. I think that is only human; however I really cannot tell if it is more of a problem for him. I really want to hate him. I love him too much and always have. Any thoughts are appreciated.
I'm new here and hoping some of you might be kind enough to offer some words of advice.
Where to start? I'm gonna use fake names; he knows I'm on forums but I feel this is more discreet, and I’m sorry this is so long.
I met John when I was 19, only a few months separate our age. We are 29 now. I can honestly say that I couldn't be more thankful to have met him. I regularly say to him that I never imagined I would be as happy as he has made me.
We’ve had several rough patches however. He was sexually active since he was 17, and I was at 18. He doesn’t know how many men he has slept with, whereas I know my number and if I think about it I can name them all. When we met he had just come out of a relationship and just wanted to be friends, this was great, we had sexual chemistry and shared interests so we hung out. This lasted for about two weeks, and then I kissed him.
We started seeing each other; he stayed at the halls at with me at Uni often. During one of the terms I moved out of halls and in with him in his studio flat. I was meant to be studying and he was meant to be doing a college course and working.
Here a pattern emerges, he’s repeatedly failed. John is a fairly shy anxious person, over the past 10 years this has varied but it has persisted. Each time something overwhelms him academically, at work or in a relationship he tends to hide. He worries about things rather than acting, can be rather indecisive and on top of this lazy. I’m sure he also feels trapped by his parents. They are rather wealthy and because they provide so much he has learnt to do for himself in 10 years what I must have learnt in one year when I was about 16, (my family are working class and although we were never very poor I have always been motivated to do things for myself, even if I do it wrong). I’m sure I am partly to blame too, I’ve always looked after him and when he is slow to make decisions ended up making them for him.
During the early years of our relationship he messed up with work and school. If he got into debt his parents would help us out. We lived in several flats together, all the time his parents helped find us places to live and work/education opportunities for him.
Around four years in came our first major blip. I’m less experienced than him (having not slept with many men and having never tried women). I told him I thought we should end things, despite loving him more than anything I wanted other men. After 24 hours I changed my mind.
The same thing happened in year five. However this time I had met up with a mutual friend and kissed him, we planned to go further but I was so guilty and uncomfortable. It turned out that this mutual ‘friend’ and their group had come between us. Several of them wanted John and when John was out with them and drunk they would kiss him. I told him what I had done and left him for four months. I will never forget how much I hurt him. During that time I added three or four notches to the bed post and although I had met some interesting people we ended up back together.
Because I had left he had to eventually move out of our flat and back in with his parents. Not the worst thing in the world because the property they own is massive. For the past five years I have lived with friends and we have been patching up our relationship. I often go to his place. We pretty much have our own space and his family are like my extended family as I have never been very close to my own.
Last year John told me out of the blue that he was moving to another city with his best friend to start life a-new. He had made some drunken decisions while on holiday with this person. I’ve worked out that he emotionally cheated on me with his best friend, they had done nothing physical. On top of this he felt depressed and trapped. He insisted that he didn’t feel trapped by me and more by his nine years of failures and with living with his parents for four years and not living up to their standards. I was so shocked with what he told me. I talked to him and when he came to his senses he asked if he could leave for six months and would I wait for him. I asked him to decide to either stay or leave and not leave me in limbo. He decided to stay. He cut ties with his best friend who we think had manipulated him, John has been very sad and lost much of his social life since losing his best friend. I took the opportunity to tell him that I had got very drunk and kissed a guy at a party, he didn’t seem fazed by it. From there we agreed to be much more honest and communicate much more frankly with each other. Earlier last year I had also found out that I have an illness (not HIV or anything too bad), going into no details I am unwell occasionally. It is sad but we can deal with it.
This summer has been weird. John has always had stomach pain and we guessed that it was partly linked to anxiety and stress. This was confirmed when his dad got him a job at his company. John tried the role for a few months and was way in over his head. I’m sure I wouldn’t have been able to cope with it either. The doctors finally gave him some answers about his stomach and stress. The changes made were great. All but one. While John waits to get into a counselling group the doctor put him on anti-depressants. The meds put a strain on our sex life. They seemed to make him a bit weird and climaxing for him now takes real effort. Knowing how much John likes a drink I asked him to check if he could drink while he is on the meds. We didn’t find info on it so pretty much forgot about it. In the mean time his dad gave us a business venture to consider, we were also looking at different options to live together again.
John likes ‘the scene’ more than me so I’m happy for him to go out with his remaining friends. He always gets too drunk though, ten years ago I was carrying him out of clubs with my friends (who had only just met him) helping me. John has missed his own birthday meal before because of drink. The last couple times we went out were particularly bad. When visiting friends I took a taxi home because I was unwell and because John was very disagreeable. On Friday something similar happened.
It has become clear that John has an alcohol problem. He seems that little bit worse and different while foolishly drinking while on anti-depressants too. Like I said, on Friday I went home and John continued on to a gay bar. I can’t believe I am writing this next bit. He got very drunk and took a guy back to his house they fooled around (wanking and blowjobs I’m told). John’s meds and booze stopped him from cumming. Apparently after the other guy came they passed out. I can pretty much guess what sort of state John must have been in for that to happen, we’ve talked about it and I accept that John is easily led (as he was with his best friend) but of course he is responsible.
That’s where we are. We’ve talked a lot and thought about how to go forward, but I’m so unsure he will change, and have trust issues. We both accept that we are lustful for other men. I think that is only human; however I really cannot tell if it is more of a problem for him. I really want to hate him. I love him too much and always have. Any thoughts are appreciated.