Rules for Thee, Not for Me

In a twist that surprises absolutely no one who's been paying attention, I divorced him.

But let me back up. Let me tell you how we got there. It started,

as these things often do, with a suggestion. *His* suggestion. He wanted to open

our marriage. And look—I was willing to try. I loved him. I wanted to make

it work. So we sat down and laid out the ground rules. Except...

the rules weren't exactly equal. I was allowed to see other women. Only women.

He, on the other hand? He could see whoever he wanted. Men,

women, didn't matter. The only real boundaries we agreed on were simple: keep each