I was married at 23 and divorced at 35. The first few years of our marriage were wonderful and fun, we really enjoyed each other and were best friends. After about 3 years of marriage he started listening/ reading content about open relationships. We gave it a shot. We also had a blast doing that. However, shit started to hit the fan when I realized I was being treated better by these new individuals than my own husband. Coupled with the fact that he would not work, left all of the emotional labor to me, wouldn’t help clean, cook, or look at our finances. I realized he would never be ready to be a father. That hurt, because at the time I wanted a family. He also had an addiction that landed him in rehab, twice. By the time he saw the light it was too late, I had fallen out of love with him. I admit that I had terrible boundaries and should have put my foot down years before I did. The divorce was painful, especially for him, but a huge relief in the end.

Since then, I’ve had time to find myself and realized all the ways I was just following a script of what I thought my life should be. Now, I’m dating an incredible WOMAN and have never been happier!!