"I Cant Do This, Its Too Much To Handle" | A True Story

you won't believe what my husband made me do three men one night it was supposed to be a joke but it nearly destroyed everything it was a Friday night one of those nights where you just want to unwind let go of the week's stress and just be with the person you love my husband and I were lounging around at home sipping wine talking about random things it felt like one of those cozy nights where nothing major was supposed to happen but then he brought up something that threw me completely off guard he casually asked if

I'd ever thought about being with other men at first I thought he was joking so I laughed it off but then he continued he wasn't just asking about any men he was talking specifically about black men three of them my heart started racing and not in a good way my mind couldn't process what he was suggesting I mean who just comes out and says something like that I stared at him waiting for some sign that he was pulling my leg but his expression stayed the same dead serious I felt uncomfortable to say the least I

thought maybe it was some weird fantasy he was sharing and we'd move on but no he kept bringing it up at first it was little comments here and there teasing remarks about what it might be like then he started making more direct suggestions he talked about how it could spice up our relationship how it would be a one-time thing that could make things more exciting between us I wasn't even sure how to respond how was I supposed to react to something like that was I supposed to say Yes was this some kind of test as

the days went by the topic kept creeping back into our conversations at first I shut it down quickly changing the subject or making excuses but my husband wouldn't let it go he even started talking about specific men friends of his he said they were all cool guys that nothing had to happen unless I wanted it to and that it would just be for fun my stomach would twist every time he brought it up but I didn't know how to tell him how deeply it bothered me part of me didn't want to start a fight but

Another Part Of Me felt this growing sense of resentment one night he went even further he suggested we meet these three men he framed it like it was no big deal just a casual hangout with some of his friends I hesitated unsure if this was another one of his attempts to push me into something I wasn't comfortable with but for the sake of keeping the peace and not blowing up our marriage over what I hoped was just a bad idea I reluctantly agreed to go that evening we met his friends at a local bar the

whole time I felt nervous like I was walking into some kind of trap his friends seemed nice nice enough polite charming and maybe a little too friendly but there was an awkwardness in the air I could sense something just beneath the surface this unspoken understanding between them and my husband it made me sick to my stomach as the night went on the drinks kept flowing and the conversations got more flirty I tried to laugh it off but deep down I was extremely uncomfortable one of the men kept giving me these lingering looks and every time

I felt his eyes on me I felt this not tighten in my chest my husband on the other hand seemed totally relaxed like he was enjoying watching me get all this attention he kept smiling at me like this was some kind of game eventually we all ended up back at our house I didn't want to but my husband insisted it would be more chill to hang out at home I couldn't shake the feeling that I was walking into something I wasn't ready for once we were back at the house the vibe changed the guys were

sitting on the couch joking around but there there was a tension in the air I was in the kitchen trying to keep busy when one of them came in to help me I wasn't sure if it was fear excitement or both it was like I was on the edge of something dangerous that's when I realized just how deep I'd gotten myself into this situation I needed to get out of the kitchen out of the house out of this entire mess but I didn't know how every time I tried to move it felt like something was

pulling me back like this invisible weight was keeping keeping me stuck in place the air in the kitchen felt thick almost suffocating I needed to get out of there but my feet felt glued to the floor the man standing next to me wasn't backing off and the way he was looking at me made my skin crawl he leaned in even closer his breath now against my ear and whispered something else this time I heard him clearly you look like you want this that was it that one sentence snapped me out of my frozen State I

backed away quickly bumping into the counter behind me I was trying to put as much space between us as possible without causing a scene my heart was pounding and I could feel my face getting hot a mix of anger and embarrassment I needed to stop this now but my mind was racing and I didn't know what to do I looked over at the doorway hoping my husband would walk in maybe sense that things had gone too far but he didn't I realized in that moment that he wasn't going to he was the one who had

put me in this situation in the first place I was on my own I pushed past the guy and made my way to the living room where the other two men were laughing with my husband they didn't seem to notice the tension or the Panic that I was feeling my husband glanced at me and smiled completely unaware of the turmoil going on inside me or maybe he did know and he just didn't care I couldn't tell anymore I sat down on the edge of the couch my hands gripping the cushion so hard that my Knuckles

turned white I kept thinking about what had just happened in the kitchen how close things had come to crossing a line that I wasn't ready to cross I wanted to say something to tell my husband that this wasn't fun that this wasn't exciting for me but I couldn't find the words the night dragged on each moment feeling heavier than the last the men kept drinking laughing and my my husband continued to play along like everything was normal but nothing about this was normal I kept replaying the moment in the kitchen how close I had come

to losing control of the situation it scared me and more than that it made me angry How Could my husband push me into something like this how could he be so casual about it as if my feelings didn't matter finally the guys got up to leave I felt a wave of relief wash over me like a weight had been lifted off my chest I watched as they walked out the door and for the first time that night I felt like I could breathe again but the tension wasn't gone it was still there simmering just beneath

the surface after they left I turned to my husband he was still smiling like he had just hosted the perfect night but I couldn't take it anymore I had to say something what was that I asked my voice trembling what do you mean he replied looking genuinely confused like he had no idea what I was talking about that I said motioning toward the door where his friends had just left that whole thing what were you thinking he Shrugged his casual demeanor only making me more Furious it was just a bit of fun you didn't have

to do anything you didn't want to I couldn't believe what I was hearing did he really not understand fun I said my voice Rising you call that fun you put me in a situation where one of your friends was all over me and you just sat there like it was no big deal my husband's face changed the smile dropped and for the first time that night I saw a flicker of realization in his eyes but he didn't apologize instead he got defensive I thought you were into it he said you didn't say anything you didn't

stop him that was the last draw I couldn't hold back anymore because I didn't know how because I was scared do you have any idea how uncomfortable that was for me how trapped I felt I thought you were supposed to protect me not put me in situations like that the room fell silent my husband didn't say anything he just stood there looking at me as if he didn't know what to do finally after what felt like an eternity he muttered a weak apology but it it didn't feel like enough that night I slept in the

guest room I needed space time to think about what had just happened and what it meant for our relationship I loved my husband but I couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed between us he had pushed me into a situation that I wasn't ready for and I didn't know if I could forgive him for that looking back I realized that it wasn't just about that night it was about trust about feeling safe and respected in a relationship my husband had crossed a line and now I had to figure out if I could ever feel

comfortable with him again