There I was, sitting across from Dave at the fancy restaurant he had chosen for our tenth anniversary. Candlelight, soft music, expensive appetizers—it should have felt romantic. Instead, I sensed trouble the moment he said, “Felicity, I’ve been thinking.”Dave’s “thinking” usually meant chaos. This time, his big idea was that we should open our marriage. He claimed he wanted to date “real women” so I could concentrate on the kids without worrying about him. I was stunned, especially by the way he described it as a favor to me…. Continue Reading 🔽
