Hi ladies,
I'm new to this, so please bear with me. I'm going to be angry, I'm going to be upset, and I'm going to ask a lot, a LOT of questions.
My husband and I have been married for five years (just celebrated this weekend, actually!), and we're so very much in love. In the past few years, he felt God calling him to really research plural marriage - at first, he was quite disgusted by the concept. However, as he did more research, he came to realize that it is a biblically sound practice. He showed me his research and the supporting Scripture - I could admit that yes, it's fine to practice it. I didn't necessarily mean that WE had to practice, but I certainly wasn't going to tell anyone that they were a sinner if they shared that THEY were practicing.
In the last year, darling husband has really started to press the matter. Side note: We welcomed our first child in October 2013. Since she was born, we seem to fight a lot more, and about really asinine stuff. I'd say in the last three months or so, the conversation of plural marriage has come up more and more. Conveniently, around the same time that he really started talking about it more and more, saying that it was God's calling for him to be a practicing patriarch, he just so happens to find an old friend on Facebook - an old female friend. An old fling. She was going through some very personal things that I don't think are my place to share. But I was upset from the get go. I told him that she was looking for something more than just an old friend. She would text him every night, just to say good night. Every morning just to say hello. I felt very off about it, and he swore to me that nothing was going on. Fast forward here a bit: she's come to visit us a couple of times. She's nice, I guess. I've asked my husband, somewhat offhandedly, if he considered her SW "material." It rather broke my heart when he said yes.
The last week, for me, has been miserable. He's talked about plural marriage nearly non-stop, and today it kind of blew up. He told me that it was his calling, and he needed to know if I was with him or not. Well, here's where I can't win. I either tell him yeah, I'm with him and just deal with the heartbreak on my own, or I tell him no, and then I've helped him to fail God. Rock, hard place. Me in the middle. So, I told him that I was with him. It wasn't entirely untruthful: I'd follow him to the ends of the earth, and I support all of his decisions. I just ... don't necessarily want to share his love with anyone else. It took me a very long time, and a lot of bad decisions, to find someone who loved me for the person that I am. The look on his face was pure joy, and I knew I'd done the right thing - I'd made him happy, and he was going to be following God. Hooray! NOT. Later this afternoon, I just started crying (this has been a common occurrence for me lately), and I was SO furious (again, common these days). He asked me what was wrong, and I told him that I just couldn't do it. I didn't want to have to share his love with anyone else, etc. He always tries to turn everything into a positive, and I just didn't want to hear it. I wanted to be mad, dang it!!!
So we talked it out, and I realized that I want to follow him, and more importantly follow God. I am working to overcome the more selfish aspects of this whole deal. I have a feeling that's going to take some time. The good news (for me) is that right now, he doesn't have a SW in mind (the old fling is still around, but he hasn't moved it in that direction yet). So I guess I have some time to get more comfortable with the idea.
Now I have to struggle with the idea of him having intimate relationships with other women. I was sexually assaulted almost 9 years ago, and my husband is the ONLY person since then that I've been intimate with. I can't stand the thought of him being with other women. It would be hard enough for me, had I not had the traumatic experiences that I have. Add that to the mix, and it's absolutely unbearable. I've tried to talk to him about that, and he just says "I know it's tough", and then tells me that it's time for him and me to be one. He doesn't seem to understand that this is constantly on my mind ...
I'm new to this, so please bear with me. I'm going to be angry, I'm going to be upset, and I'm going to ask a lot, a LOT of questions.
My husband and I have been married for five years (just celebrated this weekend, actually!), and we're so very much in love. In the past few years, he felt God calling him to really research plural marriage - at first, he was quite disgusted by the concept. However, as he did more research, he came to realize that it is a biblically sound practice. He showed me his research and the supporting Scripture - I could admit that yes, it's fine to practice it. I didn't necessarily mean that WE had to practice, but I certainly wasn't going to tell anyone that they were a sinner if they shared that THEY were practicing.
In the last year, darling husband has really started to press the matter. Side note: We welcomed our first child in October 2013. Since she was born, we seem to fight a lot more, and about really asinine stuff. I'd say in the last three months or so, the conversation of plural marriage has come up more and more. Conveniently, around the same time that he really started talking about it more and more, saying that it was God's calling for him to be a practicing patriarch, he just so happens to find an old friend on Facebook - an old female friend. An old fling. She was going through some very personal things that I don't think are my place to share. But I was upset from the get go. I told him that she was looking for something more than just an old friend. She would text him every night, just to say good night. Every morning just to say hello. I felt very off about it, and he swore to me that nothing was going on. Fast forward here a bit: she's come to visit us a couple of times. She's nice, I guess. I've asked my husband, somewhat offhandedly, if he considered her SW "material." It rather broke my heart when he said yes.
The last week, for me, has been miserable. He's talked about plural marriage nearly non-stop, and today it kind of blew up. He told me that it was his calling, and he needed to know if I was with him or not. Well, here's where I can't win. I either tell him yeah, I'm with him and just deal with the heartbreak on my own, or I tell him no, and then I've helped him to fail God. Rock, hard place. Me in the middle. So, I told him that I was with him. It wasn't entirely untruthful: I'd follow him to the ends of the earth, and I support all of his decisions. I just ... don't necessarily want to share his love with anyone else. It took me a very long time, and a lot of bad decisions, to find someone who loved me for the person that I am. The look on his face was pure joy, and I knew I'd done the right thing - I'd made him happy, and he was going to be following God. Hooray! NOT. Later this afternoon, I just started crying (this has been a common occurrence for me lately), and I was SO furious (again, common these days). He asked me what was wrong, and I told him that I just couldn't do it. I didn't want to have to share his love with anyone else, etc. He always tries to turn everything into a positive, and I just didn't want to hear it. I wanted to be mad, dang it!!!
So we talked it out, and I realized that I want to follow him, and more importantly follow God. I am working to overcome the more selfish aspects of this whole deal. I have a feeling that's going to take some time. The good news (for me) is that right now, he doesn't have a SW in mind (the old fling is still around, but he hasn't moved it in that direction yet). So I guess I have some time to get more comfortable with the idea.
Now I have to struggle with the idea of him having intimate relationships with other women. I was sexually assaulted almost 9 years ago, and my husband is the ONLY person since then that I've been intimate with. I can't stand the thought of him being with other women. It would be hard enough for me, had I not had the traumatic experiences that I have. Add that to the mix, and it's absolutely unbearable. I've tried to talk to him about that, and he just says "I know it's tough", and then tells me that it's time for him and me to be one. He doesn't seem to understand that this is constantly on my mind ...