Swinging, to open, to poly and back again. If you are considering poly, please read.
I wanted to share this not as a "My way or the highway" or to soapbox, but as a polite cautionary tale about how polyamory is not for some.
A little background. My husband and I were married for five years when we started ENM, which was mostly just swinging with some threesomes and orgies mixed in over that 12 year span. Then we opened for two years and finally progressed to poly for a little over three years.
Swinging's most difficult part for us was finding four-way connections and avoiding toxic couples.
We moved to opening our marriage to dating separately, without romantic involvement, just for fun. When we opened, our main complaints revolved around avoiding unicorn hunters and keeping our private lives separate from our fun lives.
At this point, our marriage, our family life, and our friendships were as perfect as they could be. So why not polyamory? We had so much to give, why wouldn't we share?
However, when we moved onto poly, our whole world flipped.
We learned quickly that you can't be closeted poly. Everyone, including our kids, family, and friends eventually found out. Lots of them said that they supported us, but always with a side-eye of judgement or just a downright, "you're crazy" comment. I stopped counting all the ways others told us that 'you're just going through a fad before the divorce.' Divorce had never been a topic or thought between us but everyone sure thought they knew more than us.
We had to become self-reliant. We had a marriage that was built on a foundation where we worked together and relied on each other; I guess this is like every other marriage. But with poly, we became like roommates, each in charge of their own areas. Parenting even became a chore and felt towards the end like we were just constantly exchanging nights so we could be with our secondaries. I was told by every partner, in so many words and ways, not to rely on my husband, even for basic things, and he was being told and taught the same. For a while this worked and I felt that I was being good to him by not bringing my issues or wants or needs to him. However, as I stopped all of that, he felt that he too had to stop. A wall was slowly being built between us, and by the time we recognized it, it was a big freaking wall. The symbiotic relationship we had was almost entirely gone in just over a year's time.
We had to become selfish. I started to pick and choose who I wanted to be there for and who I didn't want to be bothered by; this wasn't just with partners, but with everyone around me. I became a me-first gal. When I'd meet new people, even those far removed from poly, I started looking at them with a focus on 'what can they do for me.' This is something I have never felt that I have done in my 40+ years on earth, yet, up until the point of realization, it seemed totally natural and the norm for me.
It really took a turn for me a year ago when I started to view polyamory people as insufferable. I was the toxic person I had always hated. There I was, this pretentious relationship guru who was completely self-reliant, incredibly selfish, and filled with animosity. I hated myself. I really did. This wasn't me. In two years time I flipped 180-degrees in every way possible.
I wanted to remove myself and distance myself from everyone new in my life, which at this point was almost entirely made up of poly friends. However, I couldn't just leave because I was taught that it was unfair to treat my husband this way. And you can't have one-sided rules or boundaries or whatever the buzzword is today. I was just reminded over and over that I don't own him; which is true. He's not my property; again, true. It's not my life to control; again, true. So I started fantasizing about leaving him and returning to monogamy with someone else. I sat on that for months. The thought of someone else though gutted me. How did I get here? Why was I now thinking I needed to leave him and start over? I broke down. I hit rock bottom. I found support in those around me, but it was the same, tired, advice that just pushed me further into being this self-reliant, self-absorbed, selfish a-hole. I did not like myself. I did not like what I had become.
I got myself a therapist, an ENM-friendly therapist, and she worked with me to unravel the mess I was in.
So here it is: I recognize that poly is really good for some, especially those prone to being self-reliant and even those who, dare I say, are selfish. But after three years, this is all I came to see it as for me. Polyamory is taught from the perspective of "I have soooo much love to give!" but all I saw came down to 'what can you do for me?' and 'how can I push people away while shitting rainbow unicorn dust over all around me.'
Fortunately, after my husband had two breakups occur almost simultaneously, with the support of my therapist, I confessed all that I had been feeling to my husband. When I did, he opened up that he had felt very similar to me. He was afraid to tell me because he felt that he would be too controlling to ask us to stop. There is certainly a cult-like feeling to it all for us now.
We get why some do polyamory, but for those like us, who are happily married, happily ENM, and happy to be reliant on others while they are reliant on us, polyamory can be a death pill.
I know that I will receive downvotes and there will be no shortage of those telling me that we did poly wrong. I was in r/polyamory sub for years, too, but I'm okay with this. If that one person who was like me is starting to see their world fold in on them, and this helps them have that tough conversation with themself and/or their spouse/partner, then it was worth it. My husband I have been taking a break from ENM and rebuilding our marriage to where it was pre-poly, and things are going great. A lot of discussions revolve around, "I didn't know you felt that way too!" which is great.