Ok, wow...guess I need to amend my previous post here.
I had said that I didn't want a relationship with another man. Well folks, I'm here to stand accused of speaking too soon.
Just when you think you got it all figured out, life throws a monkey wrench into the works just to see how well you adjust...and laughs!
Recently my partner and I welcomed a new roommate into our home. Granted, this roommate wasn't new to me, he was a past lover of mine...but one whom my partner had only known via stories I'd told her of our complicated and disjointed relationship in the past tense. Honestly, I'd never actually "dated" this guy, we have been "FWB" for what seems like a lifetime...on and off. We met decades ago, just after high school. We hung out a bit here and there, played around some, and went about our own lives. He went into the Army, I went into the Navy and we had very similar life experiences around the same points in our lives. Off and on again, through all this, our paths would cross and we'd find ourselves in bed with each other. It became a bit of a laughable thing as we knew this was going to be the case anytime we met up again...and it always did.
So, when he contacted me again, after what seemed years of almost not communication of any real meaning, and said he needed to move from where he was due to health issues...my partner actually was the one who piped up and offered our spare room. I think she did so not thinking he'd actually take us up on our offer.
After many lengthy conversations between he and I as well as my partner and I, he eventually agreed to come move in with us.
And yes, he and I wound up in bed together...as per usual.
And yes, this was discussed at length with my partner BEFORE hand.
You see, she's always been the one who was open to a poly relationship, it was me who was opposed to it for the most part. My excuse was that I'm selfish. I don't like to share.
Which, by and large is true.
But having "Andy" move in with us has changed everything I previously assumed about my ability to love more than one person at a time.
No, my sexuality hasn't changed, but my personal awareness of my abilities have...and no, I still don't share!
My partner is a lesbian...100%, no men. So having "Andy" here kind of guarantees my own selfishness.
Should I feel guilty here?
I don't think so.