So in the late 90's, when housing was at a premium, Ron told me he wanted to see other women. Well. He didn't want to *see* them.
He told me I either had to "approve"or move out. I could not afford any kind of housing in that market and I couldn't move back in with my parents. My brother would have beat Ron to a pulp.
He forced me to agree, which I hated. I resented it. It hurt me tremendously. He played a lot of head games I won't get into, basically he wanted either 2 of us competing for his attention or to make me the monster and Ron the victim who "had" to cheat.
"Because I was messy" that was one woman. She was married, a co worker. She liked me, he told me later, and didn't want to hurt me until he showed her the messy apartment and then she felt OK taking her clothes off.
There's something I could add but I won't.
Ron fell for her, hard. She was exactly the type of woman he felt he deserved, educated, intelligent, poised, socially adept, fairly slim, etc. He compared me to her, unfavorably, ongoing. I was never going to meet her standard.
He apparently proposed to her - this came out after the accident when he was coming out of the coma. He kept calling one of the nurse aides her name and asking why she wouldn't marry him. It was a very awkward moment for the nurse aide until I took her aside and told her I "knew" already.
They broke up and Ron basically moved to Texas to get away from her. When the Alzheimer's hit he kept calling her until she blocked him.
He cheated, I did not. I decided I wasn't going to lower myself to his level.
His big foray into open marriage ended up with him getting his heart broken.
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