Eristhophanes
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UntoldGlory Trigger Warning: Epic Long Posts Ahead.
This has kind of been bubbling its way to the surface, not so much in response, but as a result of some of the recent posts and comments over the past 6 months or so. Ginny's "Letter From The Front Lines" finally got me going.
Samuel Trigger Warning: It is about sex. The only Biblical reason for refusing to get married is to eunuch for the sake of the Kingdom. Otherwise, the purpose of marriage is to have sex and make babies. Which means getting married to have sex is a valid reason for getting married. So says the Apostle Paul. Which means that choosing polygyny in order to have more sex or sexual variety is also a perfectly valid reason for getting married in that manner. The wisdom of any particular person doing do is open to discussion.
However- what is the driving force behind sex? Biological attraction.
That covers the why. There are two ways to do this. One can either start off with more than one woman or one can start with one woman and later add another one.
Starting out with a poly relationship is far better, IMO, but it seems that what most people here want to do is the hardest and most dangerous, which is add another wife downstream. There is plenty of evidence that adding a second wife isn't an easy task and there are problems with that.
What I don't see is any realistic discussion of quite a number of issues as to why it's so difficult.
Ginny, I agree completely. But you also said this:
"I used to say that plural marriage is just like adjusting to monogamous married life. I don't believe that anymore. The best thing you can do to even try to be ready for the blows is to be super sure of your relationship with God and with your spouse - knowing that even that will be tested along the way."
While I agree that walking close to the Lord is important, there are a bunch of other issues that do not get discussed and they are important. What bothers me is the idea that as long as you've got a great relationship with the Lord, you can do it! No. I know this because I have a pretty unique perspective too. What follows are some issues that simply don't get discussed.
The central theme in this is biological attractiveness. It is not the end-all and be-all of a relationship, far from it. The problem is that from a biological perspective it cannot be ignored. The Christian community tries to create an either-or choice between biological attraction and hard commitment but it's a false dichotomy. "Attraction doesn't matter, it's the commitment." Which is delusional. "So what if your spouse is no longer attractive, you made a commitment! God will give you the strength!" I agree, but it turns out that it is a whole lot easier keeping that commitment and solving your problems when there is a lot of attraction than it is when one spouse finds the other repulsive.
From what I can see, neither men or women (but especially men) want to admit that part of loving your spouse is meeting their needs in terms of being an attractive spouse. And I'll say this repeatedly, the word "attractive" does not mean looks (which is only the icing on the cake), it's internal attitudes and behaviors. Consider 1st Peter 3:1-2 for women. Good looks is not the same thing as being attractive.
I am a man and mostly this is written for men, especially men who think they want more than one wife.
Changing from Monogamous to Polygynous: Basic Paradigm
First, when a man marries a woman under the idea that it's monogamy, that's the deal she signed on for. That is the underlying basis for a lot of decisions she made. It isn't so simple to just explain to her that the Bible says it's OK, the fact is, she has to come to the decision that polygyny is an acceptable change she's willing to make with the man she signed on with for monogamy. I think a lot of men have a great deal of difficulty with the idea that their wife's decision to marry them was a rather complex one that may have involved issues they are not aware of. Issues that affect whether they could agree to share him sometime down the road.
She chose to marry the man, which means she chose not to marry every other guy she might have been able to attract. So, the assumptions she got married under had a lot to do with who she was marrying. Think of it this way: there are some boats I'd sail in pleasant weather and calm seas, but there is no way in hell I'd take them into a gale- I want an all-weather boat for that. OTOH, I wouldn't necessarily make that all-weather boat my first choice for the Southern Caribbean.
In the same way, a woman might marry a man with the understanding she was getting a monopoly on him, but he is not the man she would have married had she known she'd have to share him at some point. And that can be a problem in an arena in which marriage is to be for life.
So, there's an element of bait-and-switch going on with a man (it's almost always the man) wanting to go poly and most women have a legitimate complaint with that. I'm not going into the issue of the vow to "forsake all others" because I'm pretty sure you guys don't want me to.
This is a bit of my history.
The first poly relationship I was in was an accident to me. I met this girl on a Friday night, we hit it off, we wound up back at her place a couple of hours later and I didn't leave until Monday morning. Probably more animal attraction than love at first sight, but over the next few weeks I wound up spending all my time with her. When I didn't have to be on base I was spending the night at her place. Her roommate Amanda was nice, we got along, but there was tension which I put down to me invading her home. About a month after I'd essentially moved in, Micky left for something on a Saturday morning early and told me to sleep in. I did. When I got up, I got in the shower. Mandy joined me. She assured me they'd talked about it, everything was cool and they wanted to share. That turned out to be true.
We re-arranged the apartment and all slept in the same bed after that. It turned out they'd been talking about a shared boyfriend for a long time.
I learned a lot about the dynamic of a poly relationship. The issue of expectations became very important and the thing is, in order to treat them equitably you cannot treat them equally. Because they aren't equal. Read the "Five Languages of Love" book and you'll understand. In order to get a handle on that, ask a zillion questions and really get to know them. If one of them has the LL of gifts and the others' is acts of service and you get both of them something out of the blue because you were thinking of them, you actually treated one better than the other. I knew that from growing up in a big family.
Another issue was balancing group time and one-on-one time. I lucked out on that because I had a bike and could only take one at a time but they both loved riding with me. Even there they were different because Mandy loved speed and Micky preferred something like a slow cruise on the 101. We found out our best group times were going to the grocery store or doing doing something together like roller-blading on the strand.
We were together for a year until I got deployed overseas. While I was gone they graduated and went to opposite corners of the US and I never saw them again. We were just a boyfriend-girlfriends situation but it was invaluable because I made lots of mistakes and got to learn from them.
The second poly relationship was different. At my last duty station I had to live off base, so I wound up sharing a duplex with a single mom. Completely platonic, it worked really well because when I was still in the Marines I was never there and by the time I got out and was around a lot more we had a pretty good relationship. Then she got a boyfriend and wanted to move him in, which meant I had to go.
I found a great house but I needed housemates to pay the rent so I posted a notice looking for housemates in the theater because doing theater requires commitment and discipline. I wound up with 5 housemates, three girls, two boys, none of them older than 19. I was 28 and the only adult in the room. A week or two into that one of the guys came out of the closet and promptly made the other one so uncomfortable that he moved out. Then he thought he'd found the love of his life and he moved out, leaving me with three 18 year old females.
This time I posted a notice in the veterans assistance office at the college. That got me a 22 year old fresh out of the Navy and I overlooked the fact she was a squid because I could tell she was exactly what the others needed. She took charge and became the den-mother to the others and quickly answered to "Mom." We decided it was a good mix, we all paid a bit more each month and didn't get another housemate. And, yes, I intentionally added another woman and I didn't give the rest of them a vote.
My girlfriend at the time was 10 years older than me. It was a doomed relationship and we both knew it but neither of us cared because we were having fun. To say that she was amused by my living arrangement is putting it mildly because she could have been their mother. The effect she had on the girls was nothing less than intimidating. She came over regularly for entertainment.
We parted company a month or two after Mom arrived and that completely changed the dynamic in the house. I tried to be good. I really did, because good roommates are worth their weight in gold. But, one night I fell asleep holding one of them on the couch while we were rehearsing lines for a play. I'm fairly sure alcohol was involved, because she is not the one I would have picked had I known what was going to happen. I know we were fully clothed when we fell asleep but we woke up in my bed with no clothes on. She waited until the rest of them were all drinking coffee together in the kitchen to walk back to her room, naked. It was not a walk of shame.
Visualize a nuclear explosion followed by the toxic fallout. Backbiting, jealousy, fighting, bickering, you name it. It was like permanent PMS on steroids and the slightest thing would set them off. Over time each of them later described their reaction to what Kat did. They were the same: First, they wanted to strangle her. Then they wanted to strangle me. "Her? If you wanted to get laid, why didn't you come see me?" Anyway, at the time it was a rather poisonous atmosphere. It didn't go away.
Two weeks later I'd had enough, started packing and told all of them I was leaving. Mom could have the lease and do whatever she wanted. Mom rounded them up and read them the riot act. That evening when I got home from work she had a private word with me and explained I wasn't going anywhere. It was all my fault for playing favorites but she'd taken care of it. There were four women in the house with needs and they'd decided they could share and there would be no more fighting. All I had to do was treat everyone equally and they'd decide how that would happen, but if I did my part I'd have a peaceful home with no complaints.
Interestingly, they didn't see the need to consult me on that decision.
Whatever she did worked because the fighting ended and they worked out whatever schedule they had among themselves. I never slept alone after that and it was a game for me to try and figure out who would show up. We were focused on classes, homework, jobs, theater and sleeping. We had no time for anything else, so you'd probably call it a relationship of convenience. That lasted for about a month.
I'm not sure how long it would have lasted, but the house got robbed and all our computers were stolen. Which meant we'd all probably flunk out for the semester. I knew the cops wouldn't do anything and we had to have our computers back so I nixxed talking to the police and took it to the local gang. We worked out a deal, they paid someone a visit and about 90% of our stuff was on our front porch the next morning with a couple of homeboys making sure nothing walked off. There was also a lot of other stuff that didn't come from our house. For the girls it was like Christmas. We all got our computers back and didn't lose any assignments and they got their juicing machines back. Two of them were hard-core juicers and they all drank the most hideously vile death-juice you can imagine. But it got them all slim and I didn't have to drink it so I didn't care.
Anyway, that somehow made me their protector. Which completely changed the dynamic in the house and what had been a relationship of convenience got a lot more serious. We had "the talk" and agreed that we were exclusive with each other. That was something they apparently needed. After that unsolicited sandwiches started showing up. My dirty clothes started disappearing and then magically re-appearing clean and folded. And there was never another word said about my guns.
The deal I cut with our local gang essentially made us a part of the community (barrio) and a few months later we attended a wedding party as a group. They got separated and all of them got hit on pretty hard by guys from the hood. They all individually told the guys I was their boyfriend. The guys compared notes and realized all of them were claiming to be my girlfriend. Which got taken the wrong way (they think they're too good for us) and talked about it with others. A couple of the women asked them about that and they said it was correct, they shared me. Twenty minutes later that story had gone around and we were the live entertainment for the rest of the day. That had consequences, one of which was that plenty of girls in the neighborhood wanted to be the one who stole me from my four girlfriends. They became very protective of me. They also became protective of themselves because guys were hitting on them a lot more for a while.
It took a few months for everything to settle into a routine, but after everyone knew about our living arrangement it was accepted and we were treated normally. Except when they wore their "property of" T-shirts as a group. We did some pretty outrageous stuff. We had an old guy living next door who made it his mission in life to call the cops on us at every opportunity. We gave him plenty of opportunities. And all of us kept at least a 3.6 GPA. The reason that worked so well was Mom made an excellent XO and it would not have worked nearly as well as it did had it not been for her.
What people don't understand when comparing a poly relationship with a monogamous relationship is that with mono there is only one relationship but with two women there are three. With three women there are six relationships and with four women there are ten relationships. It can get very complex very quickly.
That arrangement lasted for almost exactly 2 years and ended when I got abruptly sent to the other side of the country to resolve a family problem, which put me on the Gulf Coast. What made that relationship so different was that we kept getting closer. Had I not been pulled out, we would have stayed together for another two years to finish school and I'd have wanted to keep us together after that. I suspect they would have done so. The reason I had to leave was a member of the family had a problem, I was the only one who could solve it, it had to be done and my father asked me to handle it.
I don't like to think about the hurt I caused because it was traumatic. Emotionally it was pretty damn ugly for all of us and I think the worst part was we were at the point that we knew we could make it last if we wanted to. In hindsight, I was closer to any of them after two years than I ever was to my church-approved wife of 15 years. One difference was when they said "I love you" it was genuine and they meant it. The wife loved being married and when she said it... it was more like something that was expected to be said than because she meant it. But in the end I didn't give her what she needed either so I'm not throwing rocks.
During that period on the Gulf Coast I became a Christian and wound up getting married a year or so later to a woman 10 years younger than me.
About ten years and 4 children later, there were problems with pregnancy #5 and she was put on bedrest for the last trimester. I hired Squawk, the 19 year old daughter of a friend to help out (she'd been babysitting for us since she was 16). It got ugly in labor, the placenta abrupted, blood everywhere, emergency surgery... we almost lost them. Which meant she needed even more help for a few months afterward. Squawk was already a fixture in the house and had essentially moved in with us months before. She had her own room at that point. Then she decided she wanted to join the marriage and help make babies.
That was not my idea, it was hers, with no encouragement on my part.
When she announced that (not just to us), the wife totally flipped out. Recovering from childbirth, feeling vulnerable, obviously I had betrayed her and she got vocal about it. Complete meltdown. And all the good churchians said I was an evil husband because decent young Christian women don't think about things like that so obviously I seduced her. Squawk was 23 years younger than me, 13 years younger than the wife and better looking.
OTOH, Squawk's father approved of the idea and told me that if I just got her knocked up everyone else would shut up. In hindsight I should have taken his advice. It couldn't possibly have turned out any worse than it actually did.
The thing is, I never touched her. Of course, both of us denying anything had happened was confirmation that it had. Everyone was convinced I'd seduced her while my wife was practically dying and it was a seriously juicy story. Then came the rumors she'd had an abortion to cover up the pregnancy that resulted from all the sex we never had and it got ridiculous.
I listened to all the chuckleheads in the church who were telling me what a sin it was and how unloving I was being and so on and so forth. So, I quietly had a talk with Squawk, got her moved out and that should have ended it, but that was taken as proof I was evil because now I was dumping her. She got married to some other guy less than a year later and moved several states away.
And the real issue the wife had with it? The most important thing for her was what others say. Because as long as it was socially acceptable she loved having Squawk around. She thought I was banging her but she never complained about it. No, the most important thing in her life was what other people said and I'd put her into the middle of a nasty scandal so obviously I didn't love her. At all.
I had to change. So, I began a program of becoming more and more unattractive. Because supplicating to your wife and trying to be her servant is disgusting behavior in a husband. It took years of gradually getting worse before things got really bad and I made the mistake of agreeing to counseling. Then it got a lot worse. The worse it got the more I did all the stuff the marriage counselor told me to do and the more she seethed with contempt for me. Until finally she couldn't take it any longer and someone told her what all our kids were worth in child support checks.
But it took one of the nastiest divorces known to man to wake me up.
Continued.....
This has kind of been bubbling its way to the surface, not so much in response, but as a result of some of the recent posts and comments over the past 6 months or so. Ginny's "Letter From The Front Lines" finally got me going.
Samuel Trigger Warning: It is about sex. The only Biblical reason for refusing to get married is to eunuch for the sake of the Kingdom. Otherwise, the purpose of marriage is to have sex and make babies. Which means getting married to have sex is a valid reason for getting married. So says the Apostle Paul. Which means that choosing polygyny in order to have more sex or sexual variety is also a perfectly valid reason for getting married in that manner. The wisdom of any particular person doing do is open to discussion.
However- what is the driving force behind sex? Biological attraction.
That covers the why. There are two ways to do this. One can either start off with more than one woman or one can start with one woman and later add another one.
Starting out with a poly relationship is far better, IMO, but it seems that what most people here want to do is the hardest and most dangerous, which is add another wife downstream. There is plenty of evidence that adding a second wife isn't an easy task and there are problems with that.
What I don't see is any realistic discussion of quite a number of issues as to why it's so difficult.
Here's my basic advice for people considering plural marriage: don't do it. Just don't.
Of course I don't mean that across the board. There are exceptions. But in my experience so far, there are few.
Ginny, I agree completely. But you also said this:
"I used to say that plural marriage is just like adjusting to monogamous married life. I don't believe that anymore. The best thing you can do to even try to be ready for the blows is to be super sure of your relationship with God and with your spouse - knowing that even that will be tested along the way."
While I agree that walking close to the Lord is important, there are a bunch of other issues that do not get discussed and they are important. What bothers me is the idea that as long as you've got a great relationship with the Lord, you can do it! No. I know this because I have a pretty unique perspective too. What follows are some issues that simply don't get discussed.
The central theme in this is biological attractiveness. It is not the end-all and be-all of a relationship, far from it. The problem is that from a biological perspective it cannot be ignored. The Christian community tries to create an either-or choice between biological attraction and hard commitment but it's a false dichotomy. "Attraction doesn't matter, it's the commitment." Which is delusional. "So what if your spouse is no longer attractive, you made a commitment! God will give you the strength!" I agree, but it turns out that it is a whole lot easier keeping that commitment and solving your problems when there is a lot of attraction than it is when one spouse finds the other repulsive.
From what I can see, neither men or women (but especially men) want to admit that part of loving your spouse is meeting their needs in terms of being an attractive spouse. And I'll say this repeatedly, the word "attractive" does not mean looks (which is only the icing on the cake), it's internal attitudes and behaviors. Consider 1st Peter 3:1-2 for women. Good looks is not the same thing as being attractive.
I am a man and mostly this is written for men, especially men who think they want more than one wife.
Changing from Monogamous to Polygynous: Basic Paradigm
First, when a man marries a woman under the idea that it's monogamy, that's the deal she signed on for. That is the underlying basis for a lot of decisions she made. It isn't so simple to just explain to her that the Bible says it's OK, the fact is, she has to come to the decision that polygyny is an acceptable change she's willing to make with the man she signed on with for monogamy. I think a lot of men have a great deal of difficulty with the idea that their wife's decision to marry them was a rather complex one that may have involved issues they are not aware of. Issues that affect whether they could agree to share him sometime down the road.
She chose to marry the man, which means she chose not to marry every other guy she might have been able to attract. So, the assumptions she got married under had a lot to do with who she was marrying. Think of it this way: there are some boats I'd sail in pleasant weather and calm seas, but there is no way in hell I'd take them into a gale- I want an all-weather boat for that. OTOH, I wouldn't necessarily make that all-weather boat my first choice for the Southern Caribbean.
In the same way, a woman might marry a man with the understanding she was getting a monopoly on him, but he is not the man she would have married had she known she'd have to share him at some point. And that can be a problem in an arena in which marriage is to be for life.
So, there's an element of bait-and-switch going on with a man (it's almost always the man) wanting to go poly and most women have a legitimate complaint with that. I'm not going into the issue of the vow to "forsake all others" because I'm pretty sure you guys don't want me to.
This is a bit of my history.
The first poly relationship I was in was an accident to me. I met this girl on a Friday night, we hit it off, we wound up back at her place a couple of hours later and I didn't leave until Monday morning. Probably more animal attraction than love at first sight, but over the next few weeks I wound up spending all my time with her. When I didn't have to be on base I was spending the night at her place. Her roommate Amanda was nice, we got along, but there was tension which I put down to me invading her home. About a month after I'd essentially moved in, Micky left for something on a Saturday morning early and told me to sleep in. I did. When I got up, I got in the shower. Mandy joined me. She assured me they'd talked about it, everything was cool and they wanted to share. That turned out to be true.
We re-arranged the apartment and all slept in the same bed after that. It turned out they'd been talking about a shared boyfriend for a long time.
I learned a lot about the dynamic of a poly relationship. The issue of expectations became very important and the thing is, in order to treat them equitably you cannot treat them equally. Because they aren't equal. Read the "Five Languages of Love" book and you'll understand. In order to get a handle on that, ask a zillion questions and really get to know them. If one of them has the LL of gifts and the others' is acts of service and you get both of them something out of the blue because you were thinking of them, you actually treated one better than the other. I knew that from growing up in a big family.
Another issue was balancing group time and one-on-one time. I lucked out on that because I had a bike and could only take one at a time but they both loved riding with me. Even there they were different because Mandy loved speed and Micky preferred something like a slow cruise on the 101. We found out our best group times were going to the grocery store or doing doing something together like roller-blading on the strand.
We were together for a year until I got deployed overseas. While I was gone they graduated and went to opposite corners of the US and I never saw them again. We were just a boyfriend-girlfriends situation but it was invaluable because I made lots of mistakes and got to learn from them.
The second poly relationship was different. At my last duty station I had to live off base, so I wound up sharing a duplex with a single mom. Completely platonic, it worked really well because when I was still in the Marines I was never there and by the time I got out and was around a lot more we had a pretty good relationship. Then she got a boyfriend and wanted to move him in, which meant I had to go.
I found a great house but I needed housemates to pay the rent so I posted a notice looking for housemates in the theater because doing theater requires commitment and discipline. I wound up with 5 housemates, three girls, two boys, none of them older than 19. I was 28 and the only adult in the room. A week or two into that one of the guys came out of the closet and promptly made the other one so uncomfortable that he moved out. Then he thought he'd found the love of his life and he moved out, leaving me with three 18 year old females.
This time I posted a notice in the veterans assistance office at the college. That got me a 22 year old fresh out of the Navy and I overlooked the fact she was a squid because I could tell she was exactly what the others needed. She took charge and became the den-mother to the others and quickly answered to "Mom." We decided it was a good mix, we all paid a bit more each month and didn't get another housemate. And, yes, I intentionally added another woman and I didn't give the rest of them a vote.
My girlfriend at the time was 10 years older than me. It was a doomed relationship and we both knew it but neither of us cared because we were having fun. To say that she was amused by my living arrangement is putting it mildly because she could have been their mother. The effect she had on the girls was nothing less than intimidating. She came over regularly for entertainment.
We parted company a month or two after Mom arrived and that completely changed the dynamic in the house. I tried to be good. I really did, because good roommates are worth their weight in gold. But, one night I fell asleep holding one of them on the couch while we were rehearsing lines for a play. I'm fairly sure alcohol was involved, because she is not the one I would have picked had I known what was going to happen. I know we were fully clothed when we fell asleep but we woke up in my bed with no clothes on. She waited until the rest of them were all drinking coffee together in the kitchen to walk back to her room, naked. It was not a walk of shame.
Visualize a nuclear explosion followed by the toxic fallout. Backbiting, jealousy, fighting, bickering, you name it. It was like permanent PMS on steroids and the slightest thing would set them off. Over time each of them later described their reaction to what Kat did. They were the same: First, they wanted to strangle her. Then they wanted to strangle me. "Her? If you wanted to get laid, why didn't you come see me?" Anyway, at the time it was a rather poisonous atmosphere. It didn't go away.
Two weeks later I'd had enough, started packing and told all of them I was leaving. Mom could have the lease and do whatever she wanted. Mom rounded them up and read them the riot act. That evening when I got home from work she had a private word with me and explained I wasn't going anywhere. It was all my fault for playing favorites but she'd taken care of it. There were four women in the house with needs and they'd decided they could share and there would be no more fighting. All I had to do was treat everyone equally and they'd decide how that would happen, but if I did my part I'd have a peaceful home with no complaints.
Interestingly, they didn't see the need to consult me on that decision.
Whatever she did worked because the fighting ended and they worked out whatever schedule they had among themselves. I never slept alone after that and it was a game for me to try and figure out who would show up. We were focused on classes, homework, jobs, theater and sleeping. We had no time for anything else, so you'd probably call it a relationship of convenience. That lasted for about a month.
I'm not sure how long it would have lasted, but the house got robbed and all our computers were stolen. Which meant we'd all probably flunk out for the semester. I knew the cops wouldn't do anything and we had to have our computers back so I nixxed talking to the police and took it to the local gang. We worked out a deal, they paid someone a visit and about 90% of our stuff was on our front porch the next morning with a couple of homeboys making sure nothing walked off. There was also a lot of other stuff that didn't come from our house. For the girls it was like Christmas. We all got our computers back and didn't lose any assignments and they got their juicing machines back. Two of them were hard-core juicers and they all drank the most hideously vile death-juice you can imagine. But it got them all slim and I didn't have to drink it so I didn't care.
Anyway, that somehow made me their protector. Which completely changed the dynamic in the house and what had been a relationship of convenience got a lot more serious. We had "the talk" and agreed that we were exclusive with each other. That was something they apparently needed. After that unsolicited sandwiches started showing up. My dirty clothes started disappearing and then magically re-appearing clean and folded. And there was never another word said about my guns.
The deal I cut with our local gang essentially made us a part of the community (barrio) and a few months later we attended a wedding party as a group. They got separated and all of them got hit on pretty hard by guys from the hood. They all individually told the guys I was their boyfriend. The guys compared notes and realized all of them were claiming to be my girlfriend. Which got taken the wrong way (they think they're too good for us) and talked about it with others. A couple of the women asked them about that and they said it was correct, they shared me. Twenty minutes later that story had gone around and we were the live entertainment for the rest of the day. That had consequences, one of which was that plenty of girls in the neighborhood wanted to be the one who stole me from my four girlfriends. They became very protective of me. They also became protective of themselves because guys were hitting on them a lot more for a while.
It took a few months for everything to settle into a routine, but after everyone knew about our living arrangement it was accepted and we were treated normally. Except when they wore their "property of" T-shirts as a group. We did some pretty outrageous stuff. We had an old guy living next door who made it his mission in life to call the cops on us at every opportunity. We gave him plenty of opportunities. And all of us kept at least a 3.6 GPA. The reason that worked so well was Mom made an excellent XO and it would not have worked nearly as well as it did had it not been for her.
What people don't understand when comparing a poly relationship with a monogamous relationship is that with mono there is only one relationship but with two women there are three. With three women there are six relationships and with four women there are ten relationships. It can get very complex very quickly.
That arrangement lasted for almost exactly 2 years and ended when I got abruptly sent to the other side of the country to resolve a family problem, which put me on the Gulf Coast. What made that relationship so different was that we kept getting closer. Had I not been pulled out, we would have stayed together for another two years to finish school and I'd have wanted to keep us together after that. I suspect they would have done so. The reason I had to leave was a member of the family had a problem, I was the only one who could solve it, it had to be done and my father asked me to handle it.
I don't like to think about the hurt I caused because it was traumatic. Emotionally it was pretty damn ugly for all of us and I think the worst part was we were at the point that we knew we could make it last if we wanted to. In hindsight, I was closer to any of them after two years than I ever was to my church-approved wife of 15 years. One difference was when they said "I love you" it was genuine and they meant it. The wife loved being married and when she said it... it was more like something that was expected to be said than because she meant it. But in the end I didn't give her what she needed either so I'm not throwing rocks.
During that period on the Gulf Coast I became a Christian and wound up getting married a year or so later to a woman 10 years younger than me.
About ten years and 4 children later, there were problems with pregnancy #5 and she was put on bedrest for the last trimester. I hired Squawk, the 19 year old daughter of a friend to help out (she'd been babysitting for us since she was 16). It got ugly in labor, the placenta abrupted, blood everywhere, emergency surgery... we almost lost them. Which meant she needed even more help for a few months afterward. Squawk was already a fixture in the house and had essentially moved in with us months before. She had her own room at that point. Then she decided she wanted to join the marriage and help make babies.
That was not my idea, it was hers, with no encouragement on my part.
When she announced that (not just to us), the wife totally flipped out. Recovering from childbirth, feeling vulnerable, obviously I had betrayed her and she got vocal about it. Complete meltdown. And all the good churchians said I was an evil husband because decent young Christian women don't think about things like that so obviously I seduced her. Squawk was 23 years younger than me, 13 years younger than the wife and better looking.
OTOH, Squawk's father approved of the idea and told me that if I just got her knocked up everyone else would shut up. In hindsight I should have taken his advice. It couldn't possibly have turned out any worse than it actually did.
The thing is, I never touched her. Of course, both of us denying anything had happened was confirmation that it had. Everyone was convinced I'd seduced her while my wife was practically dying and it was a seriously juicy story. Then came the rumors she'd had an abortion to cover up the pregnancy that resulted from all the sex we never had and it got ridiculous.
I listened to all the chuckleheads in the church who were telling me what a sin it was and how unloving I was being and so on and so forth. So, I quietly had a talk with Squawk, got her moved out and that should have ended it, but that was taken as proof I was evil because now I was dumping her. She got married to some other guy less than a year later and moved several states away.
And the real issue the wife had with it? The most important thing for her was what others say. Because as long as it was socially acceptable she loved having Squawk around. She thought I was banging her but she never complained about it. No, the most important thing in her life was what other people said and I'd put her into the middle of a nasty scandal so obviously I didn't love her. At all.
I had to change. So, I began a program of becoming more and more unattractive. Because supplicating to your wife and trying to be her servant is disgusting behavior in a husband. It took years of gradually getting worse before things got really bad and I made the mistake of agreeing to counseling. Then it got a lot worse. The worse it got the more I did all the stuff the marriage counselor told me to do and the more she seethed with contempt for me. Until finally she couldn't take it any longer and someone told her what all our kids were worth in child support checks.
But it took one of the nastiest divorces known to man to wake me up.
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