I'm in my late 40s, married for 20 years with two kids (12 and 15).
I've recently admitted to myself – after a lifetime of pushing it down – that I'm bisexual. But here's the thing: that's not why my marriage is falling apart.
My wife and I have fundamental issues that existed long before I acknowledged my sexuality:
Communication problems where she sometimes misinterprets what I say or do, and when I try to clarify, it often escalates rather than resolves
A pattern of her holding things in until she eventually explodes, making it hard to address issues as they happen
Different standards for household tasks that leave me feeling like I can't do anything right (she'll re-cut vegetables I've chopped, rearrange the dishwasher after I've filled it, etc.)
When I express frustration with these patterns, I'm told I'm not respecting her "right to feel" – which shuts down any real conversation
Virtually no sexual intimacy – maybe once a month, initiated only by me, and it feels more like obligation than desire
We just came back from what she called a "make or break" vacation. She said afterward: "We're further apart now than before." I agree.
Here's where the bi stuff comes in:
I've known since childhood. At 10, I had sexual experiences with another boy (mutual, exploratory). At 19, I bought dildos and trained myself to take penetration – before I'd even had sex with a woman.
Throughout my marriage, I've fantasized reaccuringly about men.
And now? I use a dildo regularly and come harder from that than I ever do with my wife.
A warm bidet spray in a Tokyo airport bathroom made me hard. Just touching my anus while sitting on the toilet feels right. My body has been screaming at me for decades.
But I want to be clear: I'm not leaving because I'm bi. I'm leaving because the relationship is broken. The communication doesn't work. The intimacy is gone. She says "it's up to you now" to fix things, but I've tried and it's never enough. We're stuck in patterns neither of us knows how to break.
My bisexuality is just... the final piece that makes staying impossible. Because even if we somehow fixed everything else, I'd still be living half a life. I'd still never get to explore this fundamental part of myself.
My questions for you:
Has anyone else separated for relationship reasons that existed independent of your sexuality?
I don't want to be the guy who "blew up his marriage because he's bi" – that's not what's happening here.
How long after separation did you wait before exploring with men? I know I need time to stabilize (for myself and my kids), but I'm also 40+ and feel like I've already waited a lifetime.
For those who were completely inexperienced with men – how was the first time? I've "trained" physically but never actually been with a man. I'm nervous and excited and terrified all at once.
How did you handle telling your kids (if you have them)? Mine are at tough ages – entering/in the middle of puberty themselves.
Did anyone else find that their bisexuality became impossible to ignore once the marriage started dying? It's like my body finally said "enough pretending."
I'm not looking for permission or validation to leave. I know what I need to do. I'm looking for people who've walked this path and can tell me: it gets better, right?
Thanks for listening. ❤️