He isn’t just your man; he’s the married hens’ pet mandroid. Kind of like their own super-adorable version of “The Terminator”: “I’ll be back … to help you pick out panty liners!”
From the way you describe the guy, it sounds like his testosterone level is somewhere between zero and “crying softly while hiding under the bed.” But you apparently didn’t find him under-manly when you started dating him and apparently don’t now; you’re just upset to learn that he’s been moonlighting as a gay decorator.
Odd as it is to have a boyfriend whose homies are a bunch of suburban homemakers, outside friendships can help keep a relationship alive. (No one person shares their partner’s every interest or meets their every need.) Outside friendships can also go too far – like if your boyfriend’s confiding things he’d otherwise confide in you, ditching you to hang with them or answering the phone during sex as their first responder for nail polish emergencies: “Definitely ‘Baby’s Breath’ over that trampy ‘Seashell Pink’!”
If you aren’t icked out because he likes scrapbooking and sipping chard with the ladies, and you don’t feel shortchanged in time, energy and attention, maybe the real problem is insecurity on your part. It is understandable that you feel a little jealous. When you get into a relationship with a guy, you expect to be his one-and-only, and not feel like you need to get in line behind the housewife harem bringing him plates of homemade brownies.
Stamping your foot and ordering him to ditch the biddies is a bad idea. Even if you got him to cave, resentment would surely rise up in him to fill the void. What you can do is tell him what you need. Explain that you aren’t worried he’ll cheat, just anxious that he’s got a bunch of women in his life who mean a lot to him, who do kinda girlfriendy things for him, who have a history with him that you don’t. Get him to tell you what he sees in you and why he’s with you. This should help you recognize that these women are special to him, but not special-special, like you, which should help you rest easier when he comes home smelling like he spent the night singing into hairbrushes with the girls.
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