I got divorced after being married 29 years. We married in our late teens and had a terrific physical and emotional relationship for many years. Then his late 40s hit and he fell into an abyss of depression that I couldn’t pull him out of.
We didn’t have sex for almost 2 years because his libido collapsed along with his confidence.
And since I am open-minded and an overall cool chick, we dabbled with having an open marriage. I had no interest in anyone else, I was motivated by wanting him to feel better about himself because I loved him. It was mainly me just allowing him to treat his depression with casual sex. I would learn this was a grievous error on my part. We should have found another path to getting him well.
But this actually worked for a time, things improved all the way around within our relationship, and I was fine with him having a side piece because I was still the one getting all the emotional intimacy, plus we were having great sex again (which Sweet Jesus I needed!) and it was so gratifying seeing him happy and confident again. I was assured things were fine because his heart and his head were with me.
That was until…he met someone who began to get the emotional intimacy as well. I was devastated. He started pushing to have a sexless room-mate relationship with me, and I wasn’t having that!
The rules we decided upon going into the whole open-marriage thing was that it would increase passion between he and I, not turn us into roomies.
For a couple of years after we split I couldn’t bear to be around him, I laid on the sofa and cried for about a year. Things blew up with the gal he left me for, and now because we have 2 sons in college and we live in the same town, I do see him, and we have settled into a friendship again. He comes to my house, does nice things for me, we talk about current events and stuff, but nothing personal.
We still have the same easy banter and good conversation we always had. I know he regrets driving our marriage off a cliff, and there are truly days I miss him…but overall he is still pretty broken, and I have gained perspective in the years since our divorce that pretty much all during our marriage I was expending huge amounts of my time and energy trying to fix him, and it has been very nice not having to do that anymore.
I do have regrets, but I think I am happier not being married to him. This way, I get the friendship and don’t have to deal with anything else.
If he could answer for himself, he would say he regrets trying to turn us into room-mates.
Those arrangements can work only if both parties are content with it, and I clearly wasn’t.