I recently ended a 4 year relationship with a woman who identifies as polyamorous. I’m trying to understand what happened and would appreciate perspectives from people with more poly experience.
On paper, I don’t think poly is wrong. In fact, I agreed with a lot of the ideas behind it, that monogamy is a social construct, that marriage isn’t the only valid relationship model, that one person doesn’t have to meet every need, and that "the one" may be more of a cultural story than a reality. So I wasn’t morally opposed to poly.
But emotionally, I learned that poly was extremely difficult for me.
Some relevant context, before this relationship, I had only had one serious sexual partner. That relationship left me with a lot of sexual shame and performance anxiety. I was raised in a cult and was a virgin until I was 27, and had never learned to relax period, so when I first started trying to have sex I had anxiety issues. My ex would say things that really damaged me, like that I was "not a man" and that I would "never fuck her like partner xxx" or "you go down more than anyone I've ever heard of". Things like that. I was used to abuse from my mother, so I had a lot of coping skills, so I put up with it for a long time (4 years with her too). After that, I was single and sexually avoidant for about 12 years. So when I met my recent partner, she was only my second sexual partner, and I came into the relationship with a lot of anxiety around sex, comparison, and not being enough.
First off, there was a lot of real love, growth, friendship, and intimacy in our relationship. She was one of the first people I felt truly known by, and she helped me grow a lot sexually and emotionally. That's part of what made this decision so difficult.
But the recurring issue was sexual comparison and oversharing.
I had never even heard of poly when we met, and when she asked if I'd be ok with it, I said probably not, so she suggested friends with benefits, and I was like sure why not. But we quickly developed feelings for each other, and early in the relationship (about 3 months in), after she slept with another partner (which devastated me, I had massive anxiety for a week, reading books helped me realize this was triggering insecurities I had been carrying this whole time, but it was very difficult), she shared details that were very painful for me to hear.
Things like him being "really good in bed," that it was "different, I'm on one end of the spectrum, he's on another" and other comments that made me feel ranked or compared. I tried to tell her hearing this stuff really hurt me, giving me nightmarish movies playing in my head, etc, but over time there would be little things that would leak out that really set me back.
When she would start trying to orgasm with me inside her, I'd go into performace/anxiety mode and have issues. I eventually got over it, and had been able to have her cum when I'm inside her, but it was sort of like I was barely hanging on trying to pass the test, rather than being fully embodied and passionate. I did have moments where I felt more free, and enjoying the moment, and not comparing though, so like I said a lot of growth. The passion was always a question too, maybe the chemistry is not great? I've only had two partners, so I don't have great context.
Recently however, she offhandedly remarked that with most men she can cum six times, or 3 to 9 times, and she told me more about her experience with the one guy. She also said "most men get harder" when she orgasms. So it really just hit the nail on the head with my particular insecurity.
I don’t think she necessarily meant to hurt me. Although it's hard to wrap my mind around why she doesn't understand why it would. She may have been trying to be honest, communicate her needs, express sexual openness, or voice frustration. But for me, it created intrusive thoughts and made sex feel like a comparison test. It hit the exact wound I already had. I had already struggled with her previous comments, and now this new one I wasn't sure I could get over.
To be fair, I had my own issues too. I could be ambivalent, distant, and not fully emotionally or sexually present. I know that hurt her. She wanted more from me sexually and emotionally, and I understand why she was frustrated. There were also broader compatibility issues, she wanted poly, deeper commitment (kids), possibly a shared home/family structure, and I never felt fully okay with the whole situation. I spent about 3 weeks mulling this over, and when we finally talked about it, she was actually angry at me, for how patient she was, and how I didn't put her pleasure first enough, things like that. I felt like my hurt wasn’t really acknowledged, and the conversation shifted toward how I had failed her.
What I’m trying to understand is:
Was this kind of sexual detail sharing normal in poly relationships, or was it a boundary issue?
Is it reasonable in poly to say, "I don’t want to hear sexual details or comparisons about other partners"?
If one partner has known sexual insecurity/comparison trauma, how much responsibility does the other partner have to avoid sharing details that could feed that?
Could this have worked with clearer boundaries, or is it likely that poly just wasn’t compatible with my nervous system?
For poly people: how do you communicate sexual needs without making a partner feel compared to others?
I’m not trying to paint her as a bad person. She loved me in many ways and helped me grow a lot. I also know I brought my own insecurity and baggage into the relationship. But the sexual comparisons/details left me feeling deeply hurt and unconfident, and I’m trying to understand whether my boundary around not hearing those details was reasonable, or whether this was mainly something I needed to work through internally. We were mostly monogamous during that 4 years, with her only sleeping with someone else a couple times, but each time it was very difficult. Especially with what I know now, I would find it very hard to be ok with her being with another man, and not having that anxiety come up. So maybe poly was just never for me. Unfortunately I'm pretty sure I'm going to carry this baggage into any monogamous relationship, although at least I'm not nearly as bad as I was when I met her.