10-02-2009, 06:17 AM
I've got a bit of a situation going on where I'm trying to figure out whether to stay in my long-term relationship, or leave.
It might help to have some background.
I came to terms with being gay fairly late (late 20s) and probably rushed into things a bit too quickly. I had had a reasonably active social life up until about 2 years previously. I had become so wound up with the question of being gay, and had a crap job, and I was simply going through a shit time in my life. I lost that job and got another one in a different area, and I guess this helped me make a fresh start. Ultimately, though, I wasn't getting out enough and was starting to get quite lonely.
Within the space of about 3 months of starting to actively date guys, I had met a few guys and things had gone nowhere. I had a few bad experiences and it didn't help the loneliness one bit.It was at this point that I met my boyfriend. He was a guy I met on a dating site. Both of us were dating other guys and we had both got nowhere, so I invited him to meet so we could exchange war stories. At this point my intention was to become friends because I wanted more gay friends, people who understood how I felt.
When we met, it became clear immediately that he was smitten. I wasn't so convinced. At the end of our meet he looked kind of sheepish and disappointed until I decided that instead of going home, I would invite him for dinner and watch a film at my place. Part way through the film he kissed me.
At that point I realised I wasn't hugely attracted to this guy but since I had no-one else I figured it was worth a go - what was there to lose? All I'd met so far were losers and users.
Within a couple of weeks, he asked me if I wanted to go steady, and then subsequently he had us link our profiles on said dating site as a couple. More recently a number of people I've confided in have said that we rushed that bit and it was kind of scary that he wanted us coupled so quickly...
Things were OK, he was reasonable company, but he didn't seem to have much in his life. He was still living at home and seemed to have a very limited social life. He didn't seem to know anything much about popular culture. He seemed to have a pretty basic sense of humour. His life seemed fairly dominated by his mother. He just didn't seem to have done much with his life. On top of that I found that experimenting with him sexually enabled me to learn what I liked and what I didn't like with another guy...but he didn't do that much for me, physically.
Things took a lurch after several months when I got to know one of the few friends he had, who was someone he had gone on a date with before he met me (it seems he was quite gutted when this guy didn't want to take things further after that first date, but they stayed friends). This guy was fun and interesting with a decent life, own house, reasonable job, liked a good laugh, etc. etc. and we started hanging out a lot and my social circle expanded to include what I'd originally wanted - gay friends who understood me.
The problems arose when I realised I was getting inappropriate feelings towards this guy. I basically squashed them but it made me wonder why I didn't seem to feel any infatuation or even much desire towards my partner. One morning he kept asking me what was wrong, and I simply told him I wasn't sure I loved him.
He was absolutely gutted and immediately assumed he was being dumped. I found myself remembering the lonely times and fearing being alone again, and feeling that I would have to go out there and put myself through dating lots of potentials who would hurt me or turn out to be a waste of time. So in the end I relented and told him I really did love him...and we just moved on.
The problem is that it's now 6 years on and the same sort of situation is emerging again. We found our social life was getting very limited so he wanted me to basically get out there and meet other couples so we could socialise more. He's never been much use, socially, and I have to keep trying to include him in groups because he always stays on the edge of things. He's not good at meeting new people, and truth be told I'm not that special at it myself. We're both shy and quiet, but I have to confess to feeling a bit resentful that he wants me to deal with this on his behalf all the time.
As it was, as part of this new socialising, I met someone. Someone who initially was just supposed to be a friend...except I fell for this guy, big time. He's just my type physically, a real hunk, and, not mincing words, I'd love to tear his clothes off, kiss him all over, and suck him till his balls are empty. It turned out that he had the hots for me too... So it's reopened the whole question of what to do with regards to my relationship.
I just feel unfulfilled and like I want my partner to be *more*, somehow. I go to the gym and work out all the time, and he loves that...but he went to the gym and gave up. I often feel like I can't share my feelings with him. His hopes and dreams all seem to revolve around me, and after some conversations we've had I think he sees me as a surrogate parent. I'm constantly getting prompted by him to be more romantic with him and tell him how much I love him, but I swear the more he does this the more I feel like I'm faking it.
On top of this, it's all complicated with regards to the "new" guy. He just won't commit to anything and keeps telling me he just wants me to be happy. I've basically said that I would leave my partner for him, but he says it's not about my partner vs him, but about my partner vs being single. I can understand that, but it's frustrating. He won't go as far as to make love with me, as much as I'm practically screaming for it - I really do find him so sexy - but we meet regularly and hang out and he's a good friend...although he keeps touching me, stroking me, and it feels sooooo good. It's just maddening and I find myself wondering if I'd end up leaving my partner and this guy would still end up coming up with excuses not to be with me.
One good thing that's come of all this is it's made me realise how negative I've started to be and how being with my partner has made me slip into a comfort zone where I hang out with him all the time and am basically a bit anti-social. It's made me realise that I need to learn to love myself and accept who I am more, and several friends I've confided in have said to me: You're not a bad person for getting feelings for someone else. One friend said that I love my partner but I'm not in love with him.
I just wish it wasn't so hard. I'm starting to suspect that I'm in a relationship of convenience, with a "guaranteed" friend and "guaranteed" sex (the sex, just to make it clear, has been fantastic but only tends to work when I'm getting him to do exactly what I want - I'm beginning to think that I get off on what he's doing, not him if that makes sense) and that being in this confort zone is very hard to shrug off. There are no doubt plenty of self-esteem issues going on here too.
I just don't know where to turn any more.
It might help to have some background.
I came to terms with being gay fairly late (late 20s) and probably rushed into things a bit too quickly. I had had a reasonably active social life up until about 2 years previously. I had become so wound up with the question of being gay, and had a crap job, and I was simply going through a shit time in my life. I lost that job and got another one in a different area, and I guess this helped me make a fresh start. Ultimately, though, I wasn't getting out enough and was starting to get quite lonely.
Within the space of about 3 months of starting to actively date guys, I had met a few guys and things had gone nowhere. I had a few bad experiences and it didn't help the loneliness one bit.It was at this point that I met my boyfriend. He was a guy I met on a dating site. Both of us were dating other guys and we had both got nowhere, so I invited him to meet so we could exchange war stories. At this point my intention was to become friends because I wanted more gay friends, people who understood how I felt.
When we met, it became clear immediately that he was smitten. I wasn't so convinced. At the end of our meet he looked kind of sheepish and disappointed until I decided that instead of going home, I would invite him for dinner and watch a film at my place. Part way through the film he kissed me.
At that point I realised I wasn't hugely attracted to this guy but since I had no-one else I figured it was worth a go - what was there to lose? All I'd met so far were losers and users.
Within a couple of weeks, he asked me if I wanted to go steady, and then subsequently he had us link our profiles on said dating site as a couple. More recently a number of people I've confided in have said that we rushed that bit and it was kind of scary that he wanted us coupled so quickly...
Things were OK, he was reasonable company, but he didn't seem to have much in his life. He was still living at home and seemed to have a very limited social life. He didn't seem to know anything much about popular culture. He seemed to have a pretty basic sense of humour. His life seemed fairly dominated by his mother. He just didn't seem to have done much with his life. On top of that I found that experimenting with him sexually enabled me to learn what I liked and what I didn't like with another guy...but he didn't do that much for me, physically.
Things took a lurch after several months when I got to know one of the few friends he had, who was someone he had gone on a date with before he met me (it seems he was quite gutted when this guy didn't want to take things further after that first date, but they stayed friends). This guy was fun and interesting with a decent life, own house, reasonable job, liked a good laugh, etc. etc. and we started hanging out a lot and my social circle expanded to include what I'd originally wanted - gay friends who understood me.
The problems arose when I realised I was getting inappropriate feelings towards this guy. I basically squashed them but it made me wonder why I didn't seem to feel any infatuation or even much desire towards my partner. One morning he kept asking me what was wrong, and I simply told him I wasn't sure I loved him.
He was absolutely gutted and immediately assumed he was being dumped. I found myself remembering the lonely times and fearing being alone again, and feeling that I would have to go out there and put myself through dating lots of potentials who would hurt me or turn out to be a waste of time. So in the end I relented and told him I really did love him...and we just moved on.
The problem is that it's now 6 years on and the same sort of situation is emerging again. We found our social life was getting very limited so he wanted me to basically get out there and meet other couples so we could socialise more. He's never been much use, socially, and I have to keep trying to include him in groups because he always stays on the edge of things. He's not good at meeting new people, and truth be told I'm not that special at it myself. We're both shy and quiet, but I have to confess to feeling a bit resentful that he wants me to deal with this on his behalf all the time.
As it was, as part of this new socialising, I met someone. Someone who initially was just supposed to be a friend...except I fell for this guy, big time. He's just my type physically, a real hunk, and, not mincing words, I'd love to tear his clothes off, kiss him all over, and suck him till his balls are empty. It turned out that he had the hots for me too... So it's reopened the whole question of what to do with regards to my relationship.
I just feel unfulfilled and like I want my partner to be *more*, somehow. I go to the gym and work out all the time, and he loves that...but he went to the gym and gave up. I often feel like I can't share my feelings with him. His hopes and dreams all seem to revolve around me, and after some conversations we've had I think he sees me as a surrogate parent. I'm constantly getting prompted by him to be more romantic with him and tell him how much I love him, but I swear the more he does this the more I feel like I'm faking it.
On top of this, it's all complicated with regards to the "new" guy. He just won't commit to anything and keeps telling me he just wants me to be happy. I've basically said that I would leave my partner for him, but he says it's not about my partner vs him, but about my partner vs being single. I can understand that, but it's frustrating. He won't go as far as to make love with me, as much as I'm practically screaming for it - I really do find him so sexy - but we meet regularly and hang out and he's a good friend...although he keeps touching me, stroking me, and it feels sooooo good. It's just maddening and I find myself wondering if I'd end up leaving my partner and this guy would still end up coming up with excuses not to be with me.
One good thing that's come of all this is it's made me realise how negative I've started to be and how being with my partner has made me slip into a comfort zone where I hang out with him all the time and am basically a bit anti-social. It's made me realise that I need to learn to love myself and accept who I am more, and several friends I've confided in have said to me: You're not a bad person for getting feelings for someone else. One friend said that I love my partner but I'm not in love with him.
I just wish it wasn't so hard. I'm starting to suspect that I'm in a relationship of convenience, with a "guaranteed" friend and "guaranteed" sex (the sex, just to make it clear, has been fantastic but only tends to work when I'm getting him to do exactly what I want - I'm beginning to think that I get off on what he's doing, not him if that makes sense) and that being in this confort zone is very hard to shrug off. There are no doubt plenty of self-esteem issues going on here too.
I just don't know where to turn any more.