On our wedding anniversary, my husband asked for an open marriage. So I said yes. But not for the reason he expected.
My husband waited until our tenth wedding anniversary dinner to tell me he wanted permission to sleep with other women.
We were sitting across from each other in a beautiful restaurant, dressed up for a night that was supposed to celebrate ten years of marriage. Ten years of building a life together. Ten years of raising children, managing a home, surviving sleepless nights, stressful days, bills, responsibilities, and everything else marriage had thrown at us. I lifted my glass, thinking we were about to toast to everything we had created together.
Instead, my husband leaned back in his chair and told me he had an idea that could supposedly make our marriage better.
“What if we opened the marriage?” he asked, as casually as if he were suggesting we try a new restaurant next weekend.
For a few seconds, I just stared at him. I honestly thought I had misunderstood. Surely the man sitting across from me on our anniversary had not just suggested that we start sleeping with other people.
But then he kept talking, and somehow, every word made it worse. “You’re always exhausted from the kids and the house,” he explained. “This way, I could go out and have fun with other women, and you wouldn’t have to worry about keeping me satisfied.”
I could barely believe what I was hearing. After everything I did every single day, the children, the house, the endless responsibilities that apparently left me too exhausted for his liking, his solution wasn’t to help me. It wasn’t to take something off my plate, spend more time with the kids, or make an effort to reconnect with his wife. His solution was for him to go out and date other women while I stayed home handling the very responsibilities that were supposedly causing the problem.
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