ChamomileTea--What changed? I think I need to start at the beginning to learn how I got from being a man hoe to doting faithful husband.
As a teen, I was ass-backward shy nerd-athlete when it came to women. I had a lot of female friends. But, extremely shy with the ones I wanted to date, stammering when I spoke to them and blushing outrageously. During my teens, I had 3 girlfriends of short duration and 2 of them were friends of my younger sister, LoL! Complete shyness and insecurity was strong in this one. I got much better with age--late teens and especially my 20s.
When I was 19, I fell head over heels with this girl. She wasn't beautiful just beautiful to me. The relationship lasted about a year. I was emotionally immature and actually believed in the "One and Only" romanticism. I thought we were meant to be together forever. I placed her on a pedestal--very much a bad mistake by a man. She kicked the pedestal over. I realized I loved her much more than she loved me. No matter how much it pained me and boy did it, I broke up with her. This broke me and I think I am still impacted by it today.
I fell into depression and started drinking alcohol and smoking heavily. I was a nerd-athlete, remember? While I had drank, I had never smoked before. I was in an alcoholic dazed state for about a year. The year I turned 21, I quit drinking and smoking cold turkey. The withdrawals were terrible let me tell you.
Almost a year into my sobriety, I met my ex-W. She had a smile that could light up the sky. She was somewhat tall around 5'8", blonde hair, best legs I had ever seen, nice butt, small waist, big chest, and would tan golden brown in summer. The typical girl next door. I fell hard.
Wasn't it Thumos' wife that said he was sexually immature? That was me as I raise my hand. If you kept count, she was my 5th girlfriend and only the third sexual relationship. She actually had 1 more sexual relationship than I at the time. Neither of us were very sexually experienced though. We learned to be freaky together. From our experimentation, I learned to be a great lover and so did she. The ex-W was probably the most sexual dynamo I have ever met. But she was also very monogamous. A one man woman kind of girl. My eyes started straying a few months into our relationship ultimately leading to my 3 affairs and subsequent divorce. We lasted only 3 short years including the 6 month mandatory divorce wait.
Rebound girl was my 8th sexual relationship. She was 5'1" and 105 lbs. Small adequate chest, nice legs, and a small but fleshy bubble butt. She was a virgin when we met. About 3 months into our relationship, I started the wandering eye again. For the next 7-8 months I had somewhere around 10+ ONSs culminating in sex with her best-friend. I broke up with her because I didn't want to be that guy any longer.
Every sexual skill I had learned from the ex-W, I put to good use and added more to my repertoire with Rebound and the affairs I had while seeing her. I became an accomplished lover in 4 short years. I turned 26 years old shortly after I broke up with Rebound.
The emotionally immature romantic in me and the sexually immature me was gone. For the next 3 years, I had numerous ONSs with a few short term relationships sprinkled in. I liked having a steady no-strings attached woman or two while meeting up with strays a couple of times a week. At times I was juggling 3-4 women, it got kind of hectic to keep track of the commitments I made. What is sad is I don't remember the majority of them.
It was getting old--lots meaningless sex with no real deep attachment. But, it had become my way of life. It was hard to get out of it. At the end of my second year single I had 2 somewhat more involved relationships. I met my future wife toward the end of the 3 years.
When I first met her, I didn't really pay attention to her. I was talking to her friend. That friend had drag her out after she got off work with no chance to change out of her uniform. The uniform was a sack--not flattering at all. Her makeup was non existent and her hair a mess. Her friend and I were holding hands and kissing by the end of the night. We made plans to meet up a few days.
I had a type--attractive blonde, petite, shapely, and nice legs and butt. Her friend was that type. My wife was not. Her friend and I showed up first. We were sitting at a table when my future wife walked in. Wow! What transformation!
She had brunette hair, prettier than I thought when I first met her, around 5'3", nice chest very small waist, nice legs, and a big round bubble butt. She looked like she could have been one of the white girl dancers on a rapper's video. My jaw hit the ground. I spent the next hour holding hands with her friend but talking to her. She said I gave her butterflies talking to her that she tried to cover up.
About an hour in, her friend got up and said she was heading out. That the future wife and I had more in common anyway. We closed down the bar and then went to a park by my place. We played on the jungle gym, slide, swings, talking, laughing, and making out until daylight.
She went to work the next day raving about me. That was when she was warned about me. She asked and I told her the truth about my philandering ways. She was still went ahead and we entered into a non-exclusive relationship. I was seeing other women when I wasn't with her.
I figured she would be one of my no-strings attached relationships. What I didn't plan on was falling in love with her. She gave me enough space to roam. About 4-5 months or so into our relationship, I went to pick her up. The girl I had been with the night gave me a bunch of hickies. When she saw them, I could see the sadness and disappointment in her. I also realized I was impacted by her sadness and disappointment. She was more important to me than I had realized. I started wanting to be a better man for her that day.
I stopped seeing other women after that. We moved into together at the end of a year knowing her. I asked her to marry around the end of the second year. I had the one last affair while engaged. When the AP caught feelings, I stopped seeing her. We married close to 3 years after we met.
Philandering got old and I didn't want to throw a hand-grenade into our relationship. I had finally turned a corner. My wife made/makes me a better man.
This is my life story condensed. I hope this answers your question.