Of dating married women
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 never thought of myself as the kind of person who could be in an open relationship.
The way I love has always been passionate and all-consuming—I give myself over to someone entirely, and I expect the same from them.
Could I consider someone else’s feelings without immediately making them about me? A few weeks later, I went back to Sam and told him I was willing to give it a go—with one condition: “I want your wife’s permission and I want to hear it from her,” I said. We sat and talked about politics for a while, but when she and I were alone together, I had to ask her, “How are you OK with this?
It was never enough for me to be beautiful and loved.
“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.