FP likes the idea of a “monogamish” relationship.  The idea of him with someone else makes me want to run for a cliff.  Yet, it is somehow relieving to have those paranoid feelings of abandonment and unworthiness confirmed.  If I say no I think it will fizzle out anyway, a slow painful death.  If I leave first, I will be flog myself for leaving someone I love. The most appealing decision seems to be to agree and the deal with the fallout and hope it won’t be as bad as I think it will be.