I like openness, honesty, and transparency in my relationships. However things have been... different than I expected. I'm not even sure what the protocol

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I like openness, honesty, and transparency in my relationships. However things have been… different than I expected.

I’m not even sure what the protocol is here. I have something I want to tell my partner, I feel like I need to, but also the thought of doing so makes me feel sick to my stomach. Let’s just say the last time I tried to, things….. didn’t go well.

I don’t know how much my partner knows. I’m just learning things myself. I thought in the beginning I was only going to have two partners. I had no idea about anyone else. This is a learning process for me, and it’s not easy. I learned about a third not long after, but things were happening at the same time and it just… it was too much going on at once.

I know it sounds crazy, but I’m not 100% sure how many people I’ve slept with. Years ago, there were people. But.. after learning about my husband, I honestly wasn’t sure if those encounters were him or them. But, I believe it was them. And new evidence supports that. It’s hard to describe all the things I’ve gone through but I’m trying.

The thing is, I didn’t go searching for those encounters and I was shocked and even afraid when they happened. I did try to end things.

It took me years to end things with one of them. And the other I have a weird feeling got mad at me when I pulled away. But like- it’s scary? I don’t know these people and clearly we’re not on the same page.

I was such a devout Christian that on some level it makes me feel like I’m a w**** or something that I had very s***** relationships with other women.

Some from years ago, and some only recent and new.

There’s a girl, I think I slept with her but I’m not 100% sure.

For me it’s like I’ve been in a daze because so many huge, life-changing things were happening at the same time and the last thing on my mind was having encounters with people but it just happened.

All I can say about it is things are just not going the way I expected. I wanted to actually talk to my partner about all these things, have an honest dialogue. Because I’m not the type to hide things like that. So I wanted to be up front about it, but… things are just strange. The last time I hinted that I’d slept with someone and again, it wasn’t even something I pursued, it just happened; it surprised me.

But my partner made me feel like I betrayed them and did something wrong, like they were trying to punish me. Which confused me because I thought my partner wanted to be in this kind of relationship with me? I thought my partner knew. But instead I was made to feel like I did something horribly wrong, even though I didn’t even seek it out to begin with.

So even though I want to be honest, the thought now of doing so fills me with dread and makes me feel sick.

I know this sounds crazy but I have actually feared for my life because I don’t know how my partner will react.

I don’t even know what my partner knows- but the fact that I feel intense guilt for loving my husband, who I’ve been with much longer, is not good.

It just completely took me by surprise because I believed we were all on the same page. I thought my partner was fully on board, only to be shocked at the revelation that they see me as being a cheater?

I have so much going on and now this?

I’m confused, that’s all I’m gonna say…

New Confession

The sun had barely risen when Artemis and Diana boarded the train with Usagi and Chibiusa. The field trip to the countryside was supposed to be a bonding experience—a time for laughter, exploration, and simple joys.

Artemis watched Diana chase butterflies in the tall grass, her laughter a bell in the wind. For once, everything felt… perfect.

Back in Tokyo, Luna sat at the window, watching the world move on without her. She’d offered to stay behind—someone had to keep an eye on things. But now, the silence in the house echoed. Artemis hadn’t even looked back when he left. He trusted her. Maybe too much.

The silence was broken that evening.

A tomcat with smoky fur and ember eyes slinked through the alley. He looked at her like he knew all her secrets—and wanted to uncover more. She told herself it was harmless. Just talk. Just company.

But the loneliness in her chest howled louder than her reason.

It happened once.

Then twice.

Then she lost count.

The toms came and went like shadows in the night. She told herself she was still in control. That Artemis would understand. That it didn’t mean anything.

But one day, Luna couldn’t get up.

Her body ached. Her mouth was dry. Her reflection was a stranger—eyes sunken, fur matted. When Artemis returned, the scent of another tom still lingered faintly in the air.

He didn’t say a word. He saw her curled on the rug, trembling, and simply called for Usagi.

The vet’s diagnosis was swift, clinical, cold.

Feline STD.

The words hung in the air like a storm cloud.

Usagi sobbed in the waiting room. Artemis stood rigid, as if struck by lightning. Diana didn’t understand why Papa’s voice cracked when he asked, “How could you?”

Luna couldn’t meet his eyes.

“I was lonely,” she rasped. “I thought you’d forgotten me.”

His silence was more brutal than any scream. He turned to leave.

“Don’t take Diana—please…”

“She’s my daughter,” Artemis said without looking back. “She doesn’t need to learn betrayal this young.”

The door clicked shut behind him.

Days turned into weeks.

No more toms came. The city seemed to have forgotten her. Only Usagi remained—gentle, loyal, brushing her fur and humming lullabies that once comforted the whole family.

Luna took her medicine. She learned to live with her illness. But nothing dulled the ache.

She passed Diana once in the park. The kitten looked up, confused, but Artemis turned her gently away.

They didn’t speak.

And so Luna lived on—not in redemption, but in reckoning.

Every night she looked at the moon, her namesake, and wondered how something so bright could feel so far away.

—

The story was generated by an AI software, according to my imagination.

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