Of dating married women
One night, Sam came over late and started complaining about what a nag his wife was and what a relief it was to see me. “I am not the person you go to to complain about your wife,” I said.
“I’m not interested in having you compare me to her.
“If you want all the security of a relationship and the fun of sleeping with whoever you want, it seems like you’re trying to have your cake and eat it too,” I told him.
“You can’t just do whatever you want without taking into account how it’ll hurt the person you love.” “The goal isn’t to do whatever you want,” he said.
Sam and I have been seeing each other for a few months now and, so far, it’s the healthiest relationship I’ve ever been in.
It was about him being a good father to their children, coming home when he said he would, and not forgetting to pick up milk on the way—all of which he was apparently very good at.
When I got up to leave, Sam told her he was going to walk me home.
I found myself fascinated with the idea that non-monogamy could be liberating rather than soul-destroying.
When I considered how I felt whenever I got jealous, I realized that a lot of it stemmed from insecurity rather than love.