Cheating?
The very next week DH had the opportunity. He was up their way on business. He was booked into a hotel that week but managed to wangle a dinner invite over at Matt and Rose’s place. Matt must have been informed or have gotten the message because when bedtime happened he went off upstairs on his own leaving DH and Rose on their own with the rest of the wine and the weed.
The following day DH rang me. They hadn’t “done it” but had got very very close to it. He planned to pick her up that night and take her to his hotel.
It was at this point my mental health (which as most of you know has always been a bit suspect) began to deteriorate rapidly.
I’ll never know if it was these events that “triggered” me or whether the bouts of depression that I have suffered on and off for almost all of my adult life just picked an inopportune moment to return.
After all, DH had sex with men and women before and it never floored me like this.
But was it because I was still raw after breaking up with Matt?
Did Rose somehow make me feel threatened in a way I’d not yet encountered?
I just don’t know.
I coped for a bit, but it was to get worse, much worse.
DH spent the night with her.
Matt rang me the next day. He was confused. He felt hurt that Rose hadn’t come home that night. He’d been told by Rose that her and DH were going to the cinema.
DH also rang. Yes they had sex. Yes he’d enjoyed it but he said he’d felt awkward the next morning dropping her off. She made him feel obliged to recount a “story” about the movie they never watched. This made him feel very uncomfortable.
And me too.
For us, any non-monogamy had to be fully consensual, completely honest.
DH felt like he’d been manipulated into lying to his friend.
This was not the way we liked to play…
