Hello. I'm 28. I've never been married or had kids. I've been in several abusive relationships, mainly emotional/controlling but one became lightly physical, and one was full-on sexually abusive. I was also raped by a "friend with benefits" a couple of years ago. I guess that's a broad picture of my background romantically/sexually.
I have been in love a couple of times as an adult (not including teenage relationships). Once with a man who was controlling and had a short temper, but could be lovely. Once with the man who abused me sexually.
In the case of the second man, we weren't "together" as he wouldn't make it official. At one point, he got a "proper" girlfriend and said he couldn't see me any more. All the hurt I felt about the way things had been for two years boiled up and I got the train to his house to confront him. When I got there, I was in a distressed state and tried to express my anger to him, but he sort of stood there and absorbed it and didn't respond. In the end, we ended up lying on his bed, and I started to seduce him. I know it was because I wanted to feel back in control. He had promised monogamy to her and I knew if he slept with me it meant he was still "mine", or that in some weird way I'd won. He put up a bit of a pretend protest at first, then revealed it was turning him on to cheat on the other woman. We had sex and I immediately felt like shit, but also satisfied that I'd still got him somehow.
Now, I'm not an idiot, despite what this shows. I know I wasn't in control, I wasn't anywhere close to "winning", I was a seedy shit shag outside a relationship, just something for him to fuck. I wasn't on the same level as the girlfriend, I meant nothing to him in that moment and likely nothing afterwards. I know this consciously. But emotionally, that desperation was painful and it's all I could think to do.
Now I'm repeating the pattern. I was seeing someone in an open relationship. Now, the girlfriend has asked him for monogamy. But that was like a red rag to a bull for me. It reminded me of what happened before. And I knew the only way to prove I mattered was to sleep with him, to prove he still liked me enough to fuck over his relationship (or, to my emotional, irrational brain, that's what it meant). I think he knows I'm in love with him. He puts up a tiny bit of resistance and then we have sex. He said last night he broke his new year's resolution to only sleep with her, to "be good". And I'm a fucking twat because I read that as: "somewhat, you're just sooo sexy and amazing that I can't control myself" rather than "I'm tipsy, my real partner won't find out and I fancy a shag because she's a sure bet".
I suppose on some level I wanted to write it out for the sake of looking myself hard in the face and snapping out of this shit. I'm expecting to get a flaming for this and I'm far less than proud of myself.
I just can't stand it when they say they're picking someone else over me. And even my "monogamous" ex cheated repeatedly. So on some level I don't believe I can ever trust anyone to be just mine. So at least if I'm the "side chick", the one on the periphery, I know the situation. It's the cynical position to be in. I know the score so I'm not being "betrayed". But it makes no sense.