Backstory, married since 2012 at age 19. I'm now 26, and I've had a steady side bf since I was 23. Since day 1 my boyfriend has been a flatterer, going way way over-the-top in his romantic gestures. It couldn't ever be a simple, discreet dinner out; once he arranged for a helicopter to take us from the restaurant and give us a tour of the city before we went to the hotel and it was so sweet but I nearly died of embarrassment, because of course I didn't want to be found out. I made a rule that he could never mail anything to my house so on my birthday, valentine's day, Christmas, easter, etc, he sends a gift basket AND flowers and anything he can possibly dream up to my work. My co-workers believe I have the most romantic husband ever. HA!
It was always something just that little bit too thrilling, too close, too personal. Our first fight was about, I'm sorry, his manhood versus my husband's. He all but begged me to tell him he was a better lover than my husband. When I told him I didn't want to talk about my marriage he took it to mean that I didn't want him, that I was "choosing" my husband. He started trash-talking my husband in bed and constantly talked about how he would win me over. occasionally he would ask me to say humiliating things about my husband while we were having sex saying he couldn't get off unless he knew I loved him more.
The gifts became lavishly expensive. Every date took a week or more in advance to plan. He'd request I wear formal attire, or announce that he had a huge surprise for me with no other context. I was terrified, and kind of titillated that he was going to propose or something every single time we went out together because he always did something I wasn't expecting.
He started upping the stakes and wanting me to go on long overseas vacations with him. I was only able to go on a couple of the very shortest trips he planned, because anything else would find us out, which seems more and more like exactly what he wanted. He would sulk and pout and cry for days when I refused a date and tell me that his heart was broken forever and he would never recover from the pain I caused him. I told myself it was annoying and getting dangerous and scary but the truth was this was attractive to me. The whole thing made me feel incredibly coveted and loved.
Yesterday on February 1st my boyfriend told me that he was going to tell me exactly what he was going to do for me for Valentine's Day which has never happened before. Usually he goes well out of his way to be completely hush-hush about it until the day (or the day before) arrives and I'm treated like the Queen of Sheba. Well he told me what he's planning. He's not going to beg me to stay with him instead of my husband... because he to set me up on what looks like a normal date with my husband and he wants me to confess to the affair in graphic detail, with him somewhere in the background watching, until he comes to pick me up and we literally drive off into the sunset and live happily ever after.
No. Just, no. That is not happening. I told him that's way too scary. He said he's been trying to win my heart for three years and he's running out of ideas, and he needed me to prove my love to him, "just once, after all the times I've proven it to you." I told him he's ruining my life and I don't understand why he thinks ruining my life in public is a grand romantic gesture. He said, "Starlight, I would never hurt you. We're ruining HIS life, not yours." Um what?
He said that as soon as I told my husband everything he would swoop in and get down on one knee and asked if I would be his official girlfriend instead of his mistress. Ring and everything. That's when I got angry and told him I didn't want his f****** ring, I had one. He said he knew I wasn't truly happy or else I wouldn't enjoy my time with him so much.
The thing is, he was right. He's still right. I love the way he would lavish gifts on me, and compliments, and the man could even dance, it was like a fairytale! I can't picture life without him but I can't believe he gave me such a huge and absolutely petrifying ultimatum. The truth is I don't love my husband the way I love him, maybe I never did to begin with, and my life will be so empty without my wonderful bf, but he seems to relish in the idea of exposing me and I hate that and I want to know why!
Now my boyfriend is sending me sad texts involving pictures of him masturbating and crying, saying that if I don't text him back right now he's going to burn the book of love poetry he started writing for me 3 years ago "because clearly all my words meant nothing to you." I know if I answer he's going to want to talk and I don't want to talk because if I talk I'll say yes. I'll say yes I can feel the warmth of your love shining down on me like the f****** sun and I want that for the rest of my life but I'm scared that the minute I publicly announce myself as your conquest you'll leave! I'd rather leave you myself than face that kind of grief and humiliation!"
So I'm not saying anything. I'll say it here instead.
Edited due to inappropriate content.
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