I suffer from a unique form of jealousy loosely referred to in some circles as "Chasing Amy Syndrome" because of the nature of the jealousy as it relates to my spouse's past relationships. We have been married for ten years, and I love her more than anyone else, ever. More than my parents. More than even my children. Or I suppose I should clarify that I love her differently from them. She is my soul mate, my best friend. I trust her that she would never be unfaithful to me, and I trust that she loves me as much as I love her.
When we were dating - before we were ever serious - we shared stories with one another about our previous relationships. I was actually engaged to a horrible woman - convinced I would never find my soul mate and wanting to marry for the sake of tradition, and somehow feeling that my life was slipping away from me. That is when I met the woman who is now my wife. She was (and still is) confident, sexy... funny... and she seemed so sophisticated - travelled - at least within the continental United States - but more than me either way.
There is a great deal of depth to how these conversations about our previous lovers came about. I believe her to have initiated most of these conversations. I also believe that she did so to try to impress me - to make me feel like she was some sex goddess - or that she was experienced in dating. We were more make-out friends at first - and did not get sexually involved until my relationship with my fiancee was a thing of the past. So I think some of these stories were told to excite or arouse. But I found there were things I did not want to hear. Especially when it came to the story of the young, hung stud she slept with about two months before she and I started dating. Another story involved her and her friend having a threesome with her friend's boyfriend. There were other more minor stories, but these were the two worst. I had never been involved seriously with anyone that had experiences like this. Her description of the younger man - six or seven years younger - was more than I could handle. She said he was "huge" and that the sex was "amazing" and that they did it "four or five times" - and she "couldn't remember what time she left the next morning. It was horrible.
We have been married for ten years. As we were dating, these stories bothered me to a point that I found myself in a severe depression. This was compounded by several other circumstances - or rather - the jealousy compounded those. I was under the stress of a new job in a new location far from home; a failed attempt at getting married to a woman who made my life miserable as my wife and I were trying to build a new relationship. I found myself hospitalized, inflicting bodily harm, overdosing on medications, and drinking every day. I couldn't handle the fact that she would be with someone else that way - and it made me feel insecure about my size, about my ability to perform, and it made me feel like I missed out. But I was so deeply in love with her, and I still am, that I was able to put these things aside and begin our marriage with the hope of a fresh start.
After our honeymoon, we went to visit her family and on the way - she wanted to visit the woman - her friend - who had been involved in the threesome with her. I played sick - unable to face the woman who had shared a man with my wife. I never met the woman. Aside from that - I had occasional issues over the last ten years, but nothing I couldn't handle. I had left a lot of it behind me - and thought of it only rarely, assuming it was the furthest thing from her mind. Until last year when she mentioned the threesome to my best friend - in a joke of sorts - saying to him: "I was in a threesome once." It brought everything crashing in around me, and began a depression I have been unable to break away from for the last year. It reached crisis proportions about a month ago.
I understand that this is absolutely ridiculous. These people - these instances are in the past - but I can't help these black thoughts that come to me - dancing in the back of my mind throughout the day, and occasionally slamming into me at the worst possible moments - like when I'm touching my wife, or if we are having sex. I find myself wondering - am I as good? What was it like for her with him? or them? She tells me over and over that I am the best - that the emotion that is part of our sex is far superior to any large-hung man, or any meaningless one night stand. she has assured me that the threesome was her friend's idea - and it was more to help her friend impress the boyfriend, and even a payback of sorts for her friend helping her through some tough times when my wife didn't have anywhere to live. I get all of that. But the dark thoughts still come - invasively - and then I begin to dwell on them.
I've seen two therapists. I've talked to friends. No one seems to get this. I just wish I could find someone to say - hey - i get it. I know what you mean. I would love nothing more than to have been a fly on the wall during each of her experiences previous to me - so i would know. But then - would I want to know? probably not. Or maybe I would see that it wasn't as great as i make it out to be. But on the other hand - maybe it was the best thing at the time -and she acted accordingly - and it took those to set the bar for me to exceed them. But the dark thoughts still come. I know all of these thoughts are irrational. It's the past - and it's in the past. I can't change it - I can't make it go away. If I had been her first and only - would we both be wondering what else was out there? Would we have the amazing sex we have together now? Would we have ended up staying together? It's the "what if's" that add to the problem.
I guess I've rambled on this enough - I just wish I could make it all go away. She has - in many ways; she has done a lot to help me through this - including throwing away old photo albums that had pictures of old boyfriends in them. She deleted friends from Facebook that she thought might arouse my jealousy. I don't want to seem like a **** - because I am doing so much to try to make everything better - to make myself better. And I'm doing everything I can to be sure she isn't hurt by this - I'm not forcing anything on her - I'm not trying to make her feel guilty for having a life before me. She is everything to me - and i want her to be all mine - and to have always been all mine. It's not a totally unhealthy possessiveness, because I know she wants to be with me now - and again I don't worry about her fidelity. I guess I'm just confused. I needed to get this out. i just want it all to go away.