CarolineOh
Newbie Phase Two
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- Feb 12, 2002
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My first husband was a closeted gay man.
When we first started dating, we were sexually active, and I had no reason to suspect that he was not passionately committed to the sexual aspect of our relationship.
But after we were married, he immediately shut off to me sexually. We did not even have sex on our Honeymoon.
For the next couple of years, there would be short periods when we would be very sexually active, but they always ended abruply. In retrospect, I think he was trying hard to prove something to himself.
Then, for a long time, nothing. I would try to initiate sex, but he was too tired, or he was distracted by work problems, or some other excuse.
I tried to interest him with novelty, by role playing, seeking to explore fantasies. Sometimes it would work. At one point, he confessed that he liked anal stimulation, and we began using buttplugs and anal beads, and again, for a short period, things went well, but once again, they stopped abruptly.
After seven years of marriage, I came home from work early one day. As I came into the house I heard noises from upstairs, from our bedroom. I went up, and walked in to discover my husband on the bed on all four, being fucked in the ass by another man.
I did not react calmly, to say the least, I yelled and screamed, I threw things around. I joke sometimes now that I wish I had hidden and watched awhile, but that is whistling in the dark. At that moment my whole life crashed down in pain and anger.
We sat down once, a few days later, to try to talk things through. I could not understand why he had been so dishonest with me. I had told him that I had sexual fantasies about other women, and I had made it clear that I was willing to try just about any sort of experimentation to make our sex lives fulfilling. I felt that he should have understood that I could have accepted his being bisexual, if he had only been honest with me. And at that time, he was describing himself as bisexual.
I understand now that there was no way that he could have not lied to me, for the simple reason that he could not accept the truth himself. After the divorce, he did come to realize that he was not bisexual, that he was only intersted in men, and that our marriage had been an attempt to eny that fact.
I have long since gotten over my anger with him, although, as with many divorcees, I will always carry with me a sense that I failed at something very important.
I did not come away from this experience with a negative attitude about gays. No, what I learned was how profoundly wounded gay people can be by our culture's refusal to recognize their humanity and nurture them as loved and respected members of society.
He is happy with a new partner, and I am married to the most wonderful man in th world, so all's well that ends well, but I felt like sharing my story here, because I hope that this nice new forum can be a step towards the healing we all need, gays, straights and bisexuals alike.
When we first started dating, we were sexually active, and I had no reason to suspect that he was not passionately committed to the sexual aspect of our relationship.
But after we were married, he immediately shut off to me sexually. We did not even have sex on our Honeymoon.
For the next couple of years, there would be short periods when we would be very sexually active, but they always ended abruply. In retrospect, I think he was trying hard to prove something to himself.
Then, for a long time, nothing. I would try to initiate sex, but he was too tired, or he was distracted by work problems, or some other excuse.
I tried to interest him with novelty, by role playing, seeking to explore fantasies. Sometimes it would work. At one point, he confessed that he liked anal stimulation, and we began using buttplugs and anal beads, and again, for a short period, things went well, but once again, they stopped abruptly.
After seven years of marriage, I came home from work early one day. As I came into the house I heard noises from upstairs, from our bedroom. I went up, and walked in to discover my husband on the bed on all four, being fucked in the ass by another man.
I did not react calmly, to say the least, I yelled and screamed, I threw things around. I joke sometimes now that I wish I had hidden and watched awhile, but that is whistling in the dark. At that moment my whole life crashed down in pain and anger.
We sat down once, a few days later, to try to talk things through. I could not understand why he had been so dishonest with me. I had told him that I had sexual fantasies about other women, and I had made it clear that I was willing to try just about any sort of experimentation to make our sex lives fulfilling. I felt that he should have understood that I could have accepted his being bisexual, if he had only been honest with me. And at that time, he was describing himself as bisexual.
I understand now that there was no way that he could have not lied to me, for the simple reason that he could not accept the truth himself. After the divorce, he did come to realize that he was not bisexual, that he was only intersted in men, and that our marriage had been an attempt to eny that fact.
I have long since gotten over my anger with him, although, as with many divorcees, I will always carry with me a sense that I failed at something very important.
I did not come away from this experience with a negative attitude about gays. No, what I learned was how profoundly wounded gay people can be by our culture's refusal to recognize their humanity and nurture them as loved and respected members of society.
He is happy with a new partner, and I am married to the most wonderful man in th world, so all's well that ends well, but I felt like sharing my story here, because I hope that this nice new forum can be a step towards the healing we all need, gays, straights and bisexuals alike.