Just a few weeks ago when I first read about what a serial monogamist is, I was sure that it was my condition, and it probably is. For me though, I never wanted to end all contact with my partner. I just wanted to move on. I suspect this relates to an absence of maternal bonding that I have tried to achieve.
But this time I got burned by a real pro. This woman sent me a flirt on a dating site. We eventually met and dated. Things didn't move super fast, but there was a lot of affection, lots of e-mails when we were working, etc., then the most amazing sex. Now we are both Christians, and not young. She's 58 and I'm 62. I should have heard the warning bell when she told me she liked to give oral sex because it was a power trip. Yet for six months she professed her love and adoration for me. In my life I never felt so loved. She introduced me to her friends at a Christmas party as the love of her life and as her boyfriend to everyone at her church. We prayed together for her sister who had cancer. As a Christian I was sure that this was the most amazing blessing.
But there were other signs that I discounted. She slept a lot and put down four beers to my one, and then complained that she felt like a "lush" with me. She is also the most obsessive-compulsive person I ever met. There is not a single item in her house that is out of place and she has trained her two dogs to wipe their feet when they come inside.
I think that the turning point came the night before New Year's Eve day. We had been drinking and having sex and then talking and she brought up the topic of group sex and asked me if I'd ever been with two women. I said no and then asked her the same. She said, "Yes, and holy moly it was fun.” Needless to say, I was speechless. I think it always freaks a man out to find out the woman he cares about is more experienced than he is. Plus, this is six months into a relationship and all I knew about were two husbands, the separated guy between them, and one guy five years before me.
O.K., so the partying was in the 70's and everyone was doing it, except obviously not me. Trying to recover my composure I asked if there were a lot of drugs at these parties in the Hamptons, and yes of course, there were. So I asked, "Weren't you afraid of becoming addicted?” So as if this train wasn't far enough out of the station she replies, "The only thing I've ever been addicted to is sex.”
I tossed and turned the whole night, unable to get the image of the object of my love and affection with multiple men in an orgy. The next morning she asked me why I couldn't sleep but I wouldn't say. She knew. She begged me not to leave that morning, New Year's Eve day, but I had appointments.
New Year's was going to be great. She had left me a note on the back door telling me how wonderful 2013 was going to be for us, how much she adored me, and signed S.B. for Sugar Britches; one of the kink names that I had given her and she wore with honor. I kept that note until she finally ended our relationship four months later. I returned it in hopes that it might have reminded her of the great promise of love that she had made. It didn't. I had no idea that the human heart could become so cold.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. When I arrived on New Year's Eve, she was upstairs sleeping. O.K, she sleeps a lot. I turned on TV and she eventually came down. We grilled steaks and ate, but the whole time she is obviously irritated. Typically, if I ask is something wrong, nothing is wrong. There's no room for a conversation in this hostile environment.
Eventually, she took a bath and came down in heavy pajamas. That was a first. She got stuff ready for the morning and headed up to bed. In a bit, I went up and got in bed, but when I tried to touch her, she shook me away. I started freaking out inside. What happened? Was it guilt over the drunken confession, which I had put aside due to my excitement to celebrate the new year with her. Or, had something happened that day with one of her married male friends who often showed up to drink beer with her?
When I eventually asked if there was another man, she avoided the question by saying that she had no intention of dating anyone but me. But then again in an angry e-mail she told me that her sexual relations, past, present, and future were none of my business. Well that should have made it pretty clear.
Over the next four months we saw each other very little, between being sick and two surgeries. She said that she had a lot to think and pray about, along with complaints about many of my shortcomings, none of which bothered her prior to the New Year's events. The part that freaks me out but now starts to make sense is the sex was still great. She told me that she loved me right to the end, but she had stopped saying that she missed me in her messages. I asked about that and she told me, "Of course I missed you, you goober."
The night before she went to see her sister, I spent the night and again the sex was wonderful. Did I fall for her because of amazing sex or was it amazing because I was in love with her? I don't know which came first but I loved everything about her. Hearing her laugh if something was really funny. Even after she dumped me I checked my phone every five minutes in hopes of an e-mail to say "I made a mistake, I do love you," just like she told me for the last nine months.
She sent an e-mail while visiting her sister that they were going to AA meetings, and that they went to a "different" one. I suspect perhaps it was for sexual addiction.
When she returned to her home, she told me to come pick up my stuff, and I needed to pick it up by 5:30 on Sunday or she would bring it to me. I had to assume and now that I understand the M.O. that my replacement was showing up at 6.
I'm working on my issues in a setting called Restoring Your Heart. She was after me for some time to deal with my divorce and my issues. I really thought that she might have a problem with depression but now I understand from my own journey how damaged she is. Her parents divorced when she was six, her daddy killed himself when she was 15, and now I'm convinced that her step-father sexually molested her. She had given me all the clues but the closer I came to her reality she finally had to shut me out.
I made one final attempt to reach out to her by phone last night. She didn't answer of course, but sent me a two page e-mail today telling me that I had misrepresented who I was, that I'm the last man on earth that she would ever want to be with, and if I tried to contact her again she would get a court order.
This is very sad. She is not young and I believe unless she seeks help, her anger will make her more sick, or that she might harm herself.
I have to remind myself that what she says, or even believes does not define who I am. That is for God to define. I continue to pray that The Holy Spirit will some way rescue this precious child of God before it is too late.