On our 10th anniversary, my husband dropped a bombshell: he wanted an open relationship. Shocked and hurt, I agreed, but only to teach him a lesson. As he floundered in the modern dating scene, I thrived, sparking jealousy and tension. Can our strained marriage survive this daring experiment?Reserve Event Venues
Alright, so there I was, sitting across from Dave in this swanky restaurant he insisted on for our tenth anniversary. Candlelight, soft music, the whole shebang. You’d think it was straight out of a rom-com, right? But no, this was my life, and Dave had a bombshell to drop.
“So, Felicity,” Dave started, his tone overly casual, like he was asking if I wanted dessert. “I’ve been thinking…”
Now, here’s the thing about Dave. When he says he’s been thinking, it usually means trouble. I mean, this is the guy who thought it was a good idea to put up Christmas lights in July because, “it would save time.” So naturally, my guard was up.
“Uh-huh?” I replied, trying to keep my voice even, but my heart was already doing a little jig of anxiety.
“You always say you’re tired, and I get it. Taking care of the kids and all. It’s a lot. So, I was thinking, maybe we should open up our relationship.”
I blinked. Once, twice. Then again, just to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. “Come again?
