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I admit, I exagerated a bit with the tittle, but that's how I feel!
For a few centuries, my(10 000+M) wife(10 000F) and I have had troubles in our mariage.
We met before the human race was released on earth, and it was love at first sight. However, our relationship took a turn for the worst when we were banished by heaven. At first, it looked fine since we were in our honeymoon phase, going all out, fighting for what's right, which definitely helped with our passion for each other, but after we lost the war, I was devastated. All that guit was just so awful to have. My wife reassured me that I did the best I could. It was sort of okay for a while, we were both trying very hard to make things work since we had lost everything else, learning to live around each other, sometimes tiptoeing around issues, but I lost steam fast. I felt sluggish and constantly tired. Some days, I couldn't even get out of bed! I tried to stop thinking about bad stuff by distracting myself with creating rubber ducks, but it quickly became invase.
As the rulers of hell, we were meant to manage sinners in a way that was non-threatening to heaven. This includes building housing, make food availible, make laws, find a way to enforce them, the works. Since most days I was unable to do anything, it was my wife who took care of our duties. It's hard to admit, I pretended to not notice the resentment building up in my wife's eyes.
When my wife announced that she was pregnant, I thought that everything would go back to how it was in the beginning, living every day with passion, taking care of one another like we were the best thing that ever happened to each other. I was wrong. Sort of.
Things did go better! But our daughter would come to me everyday, even when I wasn't feeling well, which made my wife want for our child to not interact much with me. This decision made me so sad that my state went even worse, and it made me feel like it was all the more justified for our daughter to not have to see me like this. It wasn't until the 20th century that humans coined the terms autism and depression. It took thousands of years to know what was wrong with me. It also helped with my mariage for a bit since my wife understood that what I was going through wasn't laziness, but rather real psychological disorders. Again, she tried to compensate for what I wasn't able to provide, but it came to a stop when she sat me down and had a talk with me once our daughter became an adult.
She didn't mind to stay married to me, but she didn't want to babysit me anymore. We'd grown apart and she wanted to try to meet other people, to learn how regular couples worked. I didn't know what to say. She had done so much for me and I didn't want for her to be upset if I refused, so I agreed to open our mariage.
It didn't take long for her to get plenty of date. She'd go out almost every night and she looked happy, fulfilled, getting dick everyday. I felt bad for wishing we had remained exclusive. I stayed home and played with my rubber ducks.
The current issue we are having happened yesterday. She was coming home from a date, well past ten in the morning, and she started talking about her night. She seemed to have had problems with the guy she had seen and was ranting to me about how hard it was to find a decent long-term guy to hook-up with. Then, she asked me if I was having similar problems. I was stunned by her question and blurted out that I had never seen anyone other than her. She got quiet, then she asked me why not.
Turns out, my wife also wanted me to date around. 'To learn from the experience,' she said.
Now she won't talk to me unless I take advantage of our open mariage.
What should I do? I really feel like that would be cheating if I slept with other people and I fear that she's trying to prepare me for a divorce by getting me to move on.
TL;DR: Wife is ordering me to sleep with other people. I don't want to.