My husband and I can’t quite agree on whose idea it was to open our marriage. He recalls a couples therapy session where he broached the subject. But I think it was me.
I remember sitting on the couch in our Central District home, slogging through graduate school homework in my training to become a therapist. I perused an academic paper about polyamory—the practice of having multiple romantic and sexual partners at one time—and tried to ignore the constellation of toddler snack stains on the sofa.
It was the summer of 2020, and all my classes had recently gone online due to Covid. It felt like systems were failing all
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