After ten years of marriage, I thought I knew exactly where I stood with my husband. Then one cruel request made me question what he really thought of me – and what I had allowed myself to become. I agreed to his terms, but I had no intention of staying predictable.
I was sitting on the living room floor, trying to glue a cardboard planet back onto Cody’s solar system project, when my husband told me I bored him.
Saturn had lost one of its rings.
Atlas was upstairs yelling that someone had stolen his pajamas.
Cody had gone to bed convinced his entire grade depended on whether Saturn survived until morning.
My husband told me I bored him.
And Sean stood over me like none of that belonged to him.
“I want an open marriage.”
I looked up slowly, still holding the glue stick.
For a second, I honestly thought I’d heard him wrong.
“You mean you want to betray me?”
He smiled like I was a child struggling with math.
“You bore me, Taylor,” he said. “I want to feel like a man again. Like a hunter. I want to date the women I choose. It’ll bring our marriage back to life.”
I stared at him.
Then I looked down at Saturn in my lap: ten years of marriage, two sons, and every ordinary thing that had somehow become our life.
“I want to feel like a man again.”
Apparently, I was the boring part of it.
“What about my needs?” I asked.
Sean sighed.
“We can talk about your needs too.”
“Too?”
“You know what I mean.”
“What about my needs?”
“No, actually. I don’t.”
He crossed his arms.
“I’m trying to be honest.”
“You’re asking permission to sleep with other women.”
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