Failing Marriage, Siblings Deep Love

You haven't been my 'best friend' since the day we exchanged vows in front of my best friends. You never accepted that you would never consume my heart and soul from the word go. You always fought it. You knew I was poly before there was a word for it - I told you so. You told me 'as long as you held the majority' you could accept that there were others who had already claimed parts of my heart.

I tried to accept that, but in the first year I learned it might not be enough. In the third year, I knew it wouldn't be. In anger you made me cut ties with anyone associated with those who risked your 'happily ever after'; and i let you with only token resistance. 

Decades later, I've found someone who can consume my every heart beat, my every soul flutter and you once again think to restrict me. It's not gonna happen.

By my love for those who have past, I'm done accepting your dominion over me and those I call friends. Keep pushing me away from them and you'll lose me. Even outside of my determination not to break the vows I made, I won't tolerate your domineering jealousy.

O isnt prefect, I know this. He's a human as the next otter in the lake, but at least he's trying.