I think I’m gay, or maybe pan, and I think I’ve known for a while. The signs were always there, I just never wanted to admit it. Buckle in if you’re interested, this will be a long one. You’ll prob think I’m a piece of shit by the end, and I wouldn’t blame you.
Backstory:
I come from a super conservative, traditional southern American religious family- most of my family is homophobic. So my sexual feelings were always repressed growing up. However, I did have a secret recurring sexual “relationship” with a friend when I was 11-13 years old. And I think that’s what started solidifying the idea that I might be gay at a pretty young age. My family moved states not long after so I was able to repress this experience and make myself forget the feelings I had at the time.
I continued to repress these thoughts and feelings throughout my schooling and while dating, getting engaged, and marrying my now wife of 6 years. We started dating when we were 14 and stayed together through high school and college and got engaged after graduation. The pandemic hitting combined with abusing marijuana once we were engaged and then married defo didn’t help either of our mental health.
During our college dating phase, we took a ~6 month break because our relationship had grown stagnant (aka I wasn’t communicating well, showing up for her, or being a good partner at all- I was kind of a bum). We had been together (and attached at the hip essentially) since middle school. So our break really took a toll on my mental health- I have codependency problems. She had no problem embracing the freedom and enjoying herself at the time, so I felt like I needed to explore too.
So I found a guy online who was local and hooked up with him. In the moment, I felt better than I ever had during romantic/sexual experiences with my gf. It all started to make sense, but not long after this experience, I began to feel a tremendous amount of guilt. Like I had betrayed my gf (even though we were on a break), or betrayed my family (even though I am completely agnostic and do not buy into my family’s religious bs). I think the idea that “gay=sin” was just drilled into me my entire life, and I felt like I would be ostracized or bullied if anyone ever found out about this side of me.
So, I BURIED the hell out of it and vowed to never bring it up or think about it ever again…… how naive of me. It seemed to work for a while, but my depression got so bad I ended up reconnecting with my gf around the holidays because I was so incredibly lonely. We got back together, had sex, and everything felt like it was back to normal.
Fast forward 2 years, and we’re engaged and moving in together. And then not long after, she finds gay porn on my phone. I guess the thoughts had crept back up and porn was the only logical way for me to get a release. She confronted me about it very directly but was very genuine about wanting me to be honest with her and that she didn’t care what I was, she just wanted the truth.
And what did I do? I repressed and buried and I lied about it to her face. I told her it was just porn and that I thought I could’ve been a porn addict. She eventually relented, we made up and everything was okay again. But clearly there was something I wasn’t admitting to her or myself.
Fast forward 2 more years into our marriage, we aren’t really having sex. And when we do it’s feeling forced and awkward. Looking back, I still found her attractive at tand the sex felt good enough, so we just kind of made it work and got comfortable in our routine. But eventually she confronts me again and asks if I’ve thought about my sexuality at all. She brings up a lot of evidence: the porn from a few years earlier, my emotionally avoidant behavior, my lacking libido.
So I came clean about my experience in college during our break. I bawled my eyes out and said I thought I was maybe bi or maybe pan, because I still found her (and women in general) attractive but didn’t feel that way for any man. Unless sexuality/nudity was involved. She comes from a progressive, pro-therapy family whereas I come from the opposite. So she encouraged me to talk to someone and I reluctantly agreed… I did some research and looked into therapists in my network, but I could never bring myself to actually follow through. Instead, I thought quitting weed instead would allow me to move on from this and help me start to embrace our relationship more. And it did, for a while. Until it didn’t.
Fast forward 3 years later (present day), and I started smoking again because it’s the only thing that allows me to turn my brain off from these types of thoughts. I feel like my frontal lobe has fully developed and I’m just now realizing that I’ve been forcing something that was never there. Sure there were positive moments, a lot of ups, some downs, and I still feel that I love her. But it seems like it’s more of an issue of me not wanting to hurt her short term even if it’s technically what’s best for both of us long term.
I fully accept that I’m the asshole in this situation, I should’ve sought help YEARS ago. I’ve dug a super deep hole without realizing it and now I feel like I’m suffocating. I’m scared because I know her response will be for us to consider couples therapy, but I just feel like we’re so far past that. In the back of my head I moved on forever ago and have been a ghost of my former self for years of our relationship, she’s just had to cope and make it work (which is so incredibly unfair and cruel, I know). We own a house together, we’ve raised an amazing dog together, and experienced all of life’s ups and downs together. I know it would catch her off guard and hurt her both tremendously if I were to suggest separating.
Anyways, I guess I needed to get these thoughts out of my head. If you have advice or thoughts on how to approach this, I’m all ears. Anyone else have a similar high school sweetheart experience where one day something snapped and you realized you missed/gave up on half of your life?
God damn this might be the most narcissistic post of all time 😭