Long story short(ish), a few months ago she came and admitted to me that she had a crush on her coworker, which, I was okay with. Feelings are feelings, and acting on them is a different matter. I’ve had crushes on coworkers before, and shutting that down cold would’ve deprived me of some of my best platonic friendships once the infatuation subsided. I’d be a hypocrite for being the overbearing jealous boyfriend and shutting down a potentially good friendship just cause it’s another dude.
Fast forward a few weeks, and now she’s doggedly asking about opening up our relationship. Obvs I knew what it was about, and my response was an honest “Yeah maybe! But not right now.” and that was the end of it. In the meantime she’s still seeing him at work regularly, and hanging out with him a couple times outside of work, and I’m ignoring that niggling feeling in my brain. (At the same time, our sex life was great, which probably helped with looking past some stuff)
Eventually they got hauled up to a manager and reprimanded for being too friendly on the floor and my gf got questioned about her relationship (which, regardless of the situation, isn’t management’s business, imo ) so in the meantime I’m defending her to my coworkers because I still think platonic friendships should be fine and healthy, regardless of gender!
Now in the meantime, one of their after work hangouts she absolutely lied to me about where they were, and I tried to explain it away to myself. After the management incident they haven’t had a chance to hang out, which brings us to the other day. I was using her phone to mass call the passport office before the trip we had planned, and while I was waiting to get through curiosity got the better of me and I ended up two months deep in their text conversation.
Which, before the management stuff, included a couple nudes from her, plenty of sex talk, references to her grabbing his dick at work, all kinds of talk about making out, sneaking around the store, their “car hangouts ” among other stuff.
Tack that onto finding this out literally a week before a three-week vacation with my entire family and I feel like I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place. I can’t go with her and have this in the back of my brain the entire time, but I also can’t just break up with her and leave her home with all of my stuff for three weeks.