
Am I jealous, or insecure? Does one cause the other? Is it the act itself, or the lies surrounding it? These are some of the questions my brain devolves into when I’m alone.
I have a colourful sexual history. I have been with my fair share of men and women in all kinds of different contexts. I’m no stranger to erotic exploration. In fact, for the most part, I find it to be a healthy process of understanding what you do and don’t want in a relationship (and sometimes, in life).
When I started dating my current boyfriend, of course this concept somewhat came up. He had ended a three-year relationship the year prior, and expressed that he hadn’t slept with anyone since.
On a rainy night, after we’d both been drinking, I found out this was a lie.
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He had, in fact, slept with a woman we’d run into at the bar. Except, he didn’t outright tell me that.
His story surrounding their hookup didn’t involve sex, and I had a sneaking suspicion that it did. I knew it wasn’t my business, but I was certain that him lying to me absolutely was my business, not to mention in the best interest of my own sexual health.