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After ten years of marriage, I thought I knew exactly where I stood with my husband. Then one cruel request made me question what he really thought of me \u2013 and what I had allowed myself to become. I agreed to his terms, but I had no intention of staying predictable.<\/p>\n

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I was sitting on the living room floor, trying to glue a cardboard planet back onto Cody’s solar system project, when my husband told me I bored him.<\/p>\n

Saturn had lost one of its rings.<\/p>\n

Atlas was upstairs yelling that someone had stolen his pajamas.<\/p>\n

Cody had gone to bed convinced his entire grade depended on whether Saturn survived until morning.<\/p>\n

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My husband told me I bored him.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

And Sean stood over me like none of that belonged to him.<\/p>\n

“I want an open marriage.”<\/p>\n

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I looked up slowly, still holding the glue stick.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

For a second, I honestly thought I’d heard him wrong.<\/p>\n

“You mean you want to betray me?”<\/p>\n

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“I want an open marriage.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

He smiled like I was a child struggling with math.<\/p>\n

“You bore me, Taylor,” he said. “I want to feel like a man again. Like a hunter. I want to date the women I choose. It’ll bring our marriage back to life.”<\/p>\n

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I stared at him.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

Then I looked down at Saturn in my lap: ten years of marriage, two sons, and every ordinary thing that had somehow become our life.<\/p>\n

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“I want to feel like a man again.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

Apparently, I was the boring part of it.<\/p>\n

“What about my needs?” I asked.<\/p>\n

Sean sighed.<\/p>\n

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“We can talk about your needs too.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“Too?”<\/p>\n

“You know what I mean.”<\/p>\n

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“What about my needs?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“No, actually. I don’t.”<\/p>\n

He crossed his arms.<\/p>\n

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“I’m trying to be honest.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“You’re asking permission to sleep with other women.”<\/p>\n

“I want excitement.”<\/p>\n

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“You’re asking permission to sleep with other women.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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“And you think I’m the reason you don’t have any?”<\/p>\n

His eyes moved away.<\/p>\n

That’s when it clicked.<\/i><\/p>\n

Sean wasn’t nervous. He had rehearsed this.<\/p>\n

“And if I say no?” I asked.<\/p>\n

His jaw tightened.<\/p>\n

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Sean wasn’t nervous.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“Then I guess we keep living like this. In a dead marriage.”<\/p>\n

“Like what?”<\/p>\n

“The same routine every day.”<\/p>\n

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“You mean our lives that include our sons?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“Don’t be dramatic.”<\/p>\n

There it was. His request was honesty. My pain was drama.<\/strong><\/i><\/p>\n

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“The same routine every day.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

Tears burned behind my eyes, but I swallowed them.<\/p>\n

Then I surprised both of us.<\/p>\n

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“Okay,” I said. “But I have one condition.”<\/p>\n

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Sean stared at me with his mouth half open.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“You’re agreeing that easily?”<\/p>\n

“My condition is simple,” I said. “I get to date whoever I want, too. Whenever I want.”<\/p>\n

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“But I have one condition.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

He blinked.<\/p>\n

Then he laughed, not loudly, just one short, amused breath.<\/p>\n

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“Sure.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

I studied his face.<\/p>\n

“You’re fine with that?”<\/p>\n

“Of course, Taylor. Do what you need to do.”<\/p>\n

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“You’re fine with that?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

He turned and walked away.<\/p>\n

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I stayed on the floor with Saturn in my lap.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

His laugh bothered me.<\/p>\n

Sean wasn’t agreeing because he believed in equal freedom. He didn’t think I’d use mine.<\/p>\n

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For a moment, I wondered whether he was right.<\/p>\n

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His laugh bothered me.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

I glued Saturn’s ring back on.<\/p>\n

At least one thing in the house was still repairable.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Sean wasted no time.<\/p>\n

Two days later, he stood in our bedroom holding up a blue shirt and a black sweater.<\/p>\n

“Which one?”<\/p>\n

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Sean wasted no time.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“For what?”<\/p>\n

“My date. Come on, Tay. You always had better taste.”<\/p>\n

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He wanted his wife to help him dress for another woman.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“You wanted freedom, Sean. Pick a shirt.”<\/p>\n

He wore blue.<\/p>\n

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“You always had better taste.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

He came home after midnight smelling like floral perfume.<\/p>\n

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I was still awake on the couch, reading the same paragraph for the sixth time.<\/p>\n

“You’re still awake.”<\/p>\n

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“Looks that way, doesn’t it?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

He stiffened as though he expected a fight.<\/p>\n

“Did you have a good time?”<\/p>\n

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“You’re still awake.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“Yeah.”<\/p>\n

“Good.”<\/p>\n

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I closed the book and stood.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“That’s it?”<\/p>\n

“Why? You got what you asked for.”<\/p>\n

He had no answer.<\/p>\n

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“That’s it?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

I went upstairs.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

The next evening, I grabbed my purse.<\/p>\n

Sean looked up from his phone.<\/p>\n

“Where are you going?”<\/p>\n

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“Dinner.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“With who?”<\/p>\n

“Lucy.”<\/p>\n

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“Where are you going?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

His younger sister lived nearby and could make me laugh even when I didn’t want to.<\/p>\n

Sean’s shoulders relaxed immediately.<\/p>\n

“Did you think I was going on a date?”<\/p>\n

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“No.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

His answer came too fast.<\/p>\n

That’s when I understood the arrangement Sean really wanted.<\/p>\n

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“Did you think I was going on a date?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

He could be free.<\/i><\/p>\n

I was supposed to stay predictable.<\/i><\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

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So I stopped being predictable.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

I went back to a pottery class I’d quit years earlier because Saturdays always seemed too busy.<\/p>\n

I drank coffee alone without checking the time.<\/p>\n

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He could be free.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

Small things suddenly felt huge.<\/p>\n

One evening, Sean walked into the kitchen.<\/p>\n

“What’s for dinner?”<\/p>\n

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I opened the refrigerator.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“Leftovers.”<\/p>\n

He stared at me.<\/p>\n

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“What’s for dinner?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“What? You can find the microwave, right?”<\/p>\n

For years, I had treated every empty space like mine to fill. Sean was beginning to notice when I stopped.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

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A few days later, we had dinner with his family.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

His mother, Madeline, had invited us. She was warm without being nosy and remembered how everyone took their coffee.<\/p>\n

Lucy was there.<\/p>\n

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“You can find the microwave, right?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

So was Sean’s older brother, James.<\/p>\n

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James had been divorced for a few years. He was quieter than Sean, and I’d always gotten along with him.<\/p>\n

There had never been anything romantic between us.<\/p>\n

Halfway through dinner, Madeline looked at Sean.<\/p>\n

“You look tired.”<\/p>\n

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James had been divorced for a few years.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

Sean smiled.<\/p>\n

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“Just been getting some fresh air lately.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“What does that mean?”<\/p>\n

“Nothing. I’m breaking out of the old routine, Mom. It’s been great.”<\/p>\n

I set down my fork.<\/p>\n

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“What does that mean?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“Sean asked for an open marriage. That’s the fresh air he’s talking about.”<\/p>\n

Silence settled over the table.<\/p>\n

Lucy froze with her glass halfway to her mouth. I hadn’t told her any of it when we’d gone out for dinner.<\/p>\n

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Sean turned sharply.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“We agreed <\/i>to it, Taylor.”<\/p>\n

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“Sean asked for an open marriage.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“You asked. I agreed.”<\/p>\n

“Not here.”<\/p>\n

“Why not? You said it would bring our marriage back to life.”<\/p>\n

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Madeline looked at him.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“Is that true?”<\/p>\n

“It’s complicated, Mom.”<\/p>\n

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“Is that true?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“It really isn’t.”<\/p>\n

Sean gave a short laugh.<\/p>\n

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“She hasn’t actually dated anyone.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

I looked at him.<\/p>\n

“Yet.”<\/p>\n

His smile vanished.<\/p>\n

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“It really isn’t.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

***<\/p>\n

Later, I stepped outside for air.<\/p>\n

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James followed a minute later.<\/p>\n

“Did you actually want this?” James asked.<\/p>\n

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“To see other people?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

He nodded.<\/p>\n

“No.”<\/p>\n

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“Did you actually want this?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

James nodded.<\/p>\n

“Does Sean know that?”<\/p>\n

“He knows I agreed.”<\/p>\n

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“That wasn’t the question, Taylor.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

***<\/p>\n

James came by a few days later with Atlas’s jacket.<\/p>\n

“He left it in Mom’s car when she picked the boys up from school.”<\/p>\n

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“Does Sean know that?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“Thanks.”<\/p>\n

I took it from him, then heard myself say, “Coffee? I have fresh banana bread too.”<\/p>\n

He hesitated.<\/p>\n

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“Sure.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

Over coffee, James looked down at his mug.<\/p>\n

“Sean called me the night before he asked you.”<\/p>\n

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James looked down at his mug.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n

“About the open marriage?”<\/p>\n

“About you. He wanted me to tell him he wasn’t crazy for thinking you’d agree.”<\/p>\n

I stared at him.<\/p>\n

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“He thought I wanted this?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“No.”<\/p>\n

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“About the open marriage?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

James didn’t soften it.<\/p>\n

“He thought you’d hate it.”<\/p>\n

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“Then why would I agree?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

James held my gaze.<\/p>\n

“Because he didn’t think you’d leave him.”<\/p>\n

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“He thought you’d hate it.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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“What did you tell him?”<\/p>\n

“I told him if he already knew you’d hate it, then he wasn’t offering you freedom. He was testing how far he could push you and still have you stay.”<\/p>\n

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He paused.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“He was asking how much you’d tolerate.”<\/p>\n

Sean knew it would hurt me.<\/p>\n

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“What did you tell him?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

He just believed I’d stay anyway.<\/p>\n

James stood.<\/p>\n

“Taylor.”<\/p>\n

I looked up.<\/p>\n

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He didn’t tell me what to do.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“Whatever you do next, make sure you <\/i>chose it.”<\/p>\n

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He just believed I’d stay anyway.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

That sentence stayed with me.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

That evening, I typed:<\/p>\n

“Would you have dinner with me Friday?”<\/strong><\/i><\/p>\n

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Then I deleted it and called him instead.<\/p>\n

He answered.<\/p>\n

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“Would you have dinner with me Friday?”<\/i><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“Hey.”<\/p>\n

“Would you take me to dinner?”<\/p>\n

There was silence.<\/p>\n

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Then James said, “No.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

My face burned.<\/p>\n

“Okay.”<\/p>\n

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“Would you take me to dinner?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“Taylor, I need to explain. If you’re asking because you actually want dinner with me, ask me again after you’ve thought about it.”<\/p>\n

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“And if I’m asking because Sean will hate it?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“Then don’t.”<\/p>\n

I frowned.<\/p>\n

“Maybe I have more than one reason.”<\/p>\n

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“Then don’t.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“Then figure out which reason gets to drive this.”<\/p>\n

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I didn’t call him the next day.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

Instead, I went to pottery class.<\/p>\n

I ruined a bowl so badly that the woman beside me asked if it was supposed to tilt.<\/p>\n

Driving home with clay beneath my nails, I realized I hadn’t thought about Sean for nearly three hours.<\/p>\n

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I went to pottery class.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

***<\/p>\n

On Thursday, I called James.<\/p>\n

“Dinner Friday?”<\/p>\n

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“Why?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“Because I want to. And because Sean will hate it.”<\/p>\n

James laughed softly.<\/p>\n

“That’s more honest.”<\/p>\n

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“Dinner Friday?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“Seven?”<\/p>\n

“Seven. I’ll pick you up.”<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Friday evening, I put on the red dress I hadn’t worn in years.<\/p>\n

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I almost changed before Sean appeared in the doorway.<\/p>\n

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“Where are you going?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“On a date.”<\/p>\n

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“Seven. I’ll pick you up.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

His expression changed.<\/p>\n

“With who?”<\/p>\n

“That’s none of your business,” I said with a smile.<\/p>\n

His jaw tightened.<\/p>\n

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“You never said I couldn’t ask.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“And I never said I had to answer.”<\/p>\n

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“That’s none of your business.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

My phone rang.<\/p>\n

I answered.<\/p>\n

“Hi,” I said calmly. “I’m ready. Please come to the front door. I can’t wait to see you.”<\/p>\n

Sean followed me downstairs.<\/p>\n

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“He’s here, isn’t he?” Sean shouted. “Your lover?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

He reached the door first and yanked it open.<\/p>\n

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“I can’t wait to see you.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

Then he stopped.<\/p>\n

James stood on the porch.<\/p>\n

Sean’s face went gray.<\/p>\n

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“James?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“Hey.”<\/p>\n

Sean gripped the doorframe.<\/p>\n

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Sean’s face went gray.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“No.”<\/p>\n

I picked up my purse.<\/p>\n

“No what?”<\/p>\n

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“You’re not going, Taylor! That’s final!”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“I am.”<\/p>\n

“Not with him.”<\/p>\n

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“No what?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“You said I could date whoever I wanted.”<\/p>\n

“I didn’t mean James!”<\/p>\n

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“You never said that.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“I shouldn’t have to! He’s my brother, Taylor.”<\/p>\n

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I stared at him.<\/p>\n

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“I didn’t mean James!”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“There were a lot of things in our marriage I thought I shouldn’t have to explain either.”<\/p>\n

James stepped back.<\/p>\n

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“Taylor, if you want me to leave…”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“No.”<\/p>\n

Both brothers looked at me.<\/p>\n

Sean’s voice cracked.<\/p>\n

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“No.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“You’re choosing him over me?”<\/p>\n

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“I’m choosing dinner.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“How could you do this to me?” he whispered. “What am I supposed to do now?”<\/p>\n

“You’ll be fine, Sean. The boys are hungry.”<\/p>\n

I walked past him.<\/p>\n

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“What am I supposed to do now?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

***<\/p>\n

Dinner with James wasn’t magical, thank God.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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There was no secret confession or dramatic declaration.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

We ate and talked.<\/p>\n

At one point, I admitted, “I thought this would feel more satisfying.”<\/p>\n

James raised an eyebrow.<\/p>\n

“It doesn’t?”<\/p>\n

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We ate and talked.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“A little. But it’s smaller than I thought.”<\/p>\n

He nodded.<\/p>\n

“Revenge usually does.”<\/p>\n

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“I didn’t say this was revenge.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“You didn’t have to.”<\/p>\n

I laughed.<\/p>\n

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“Revenge usually does.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

Later, his expression became serious.<\/p>\n

“Don’t turn me into a weapon, Taylor. I like being with you, but you’re still my sister-in-law.”<\/p>\n

“I’m trying not to.”<\/p>\n

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“You don’t owe me another date.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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I smiled.<\/p>\n

“Was that your subtle way of asking for one?”<\/p>\n

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“I’m trying not to.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“I’ve been divorced. Subtle didn’t work out great for me.”<\/p>\n

I laughed again.<\/p>\n

But driving home, I understood something.<\/p>\n

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Sean’s jealousy wasn’t enough.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

Hurting him wouldn’t repair what he’d broken.<\/p>\n

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“I’ve been divorced.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

***<\/p>\n

Sean was waiting in the dark living room.<\/p>\n

“Did you kiss him?”<\/p>\n

“No.”<\/p>\n

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His shoulders dropped.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“But that’s not the point.”<\/p>\n

“Of course it is.”<\/p>\n

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“Did you kiss him?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“No.”<\/p>\n

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He stood.<\/p>\n

“This stops now.”<\/p>\n

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“What stops?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“The open marriage,” he said.<\/p>\n

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“This stops now.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“Why?”<\/p>\n

“Because it’s destroying us.”<\/p>\n

“You were fine last week.”<\/p>\n

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\n

“That was different.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“How?”<\/p>\n

He looked away.<\/p>\n

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“Because it’s destroying us.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“Did the women stop being interesting?”<\/p>\n

“No.”<\/p>\n

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“Did you stop wanting them?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

His jaw tightened.<\/p>\n

“No.”<\/p>\n

“Then what changed?”<\/p>\n

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“No.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

He looked at me.<\/p>\n

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I answered for him.<\/p>\n

“Me. Right?”<\/p>\n

Sean turned away.<\/p>\n

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I let the silence sit between us.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

Then I said, “James told me you called him.”<\/p>\n

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\n

“Me. Right?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

Sean froze.<\/p>\n

“He told you?”<\/p>\n

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\n

“Yes.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“I needed advice, Tay.”<\/p>\n

“No. You needed somebody to tell you I’d tolerate this.”<\/p>\n

“That’s not fair.”<\/p>\n

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\n

“I needed advice, Tay.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“You knew I didn’t want it.”<\/p>\n

“I knew you’d be upset.”<\/p>\n

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“And you asked anyway.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

He rubbed both hands over his face.<\/p>\n

“I knew you loved this family too much to leave.”<\/p>\n

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\n
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“I knew you’d be upset.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“No.”<\/p>\n

My voice came out quieter than I expected.<\/p>\n

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“You knew I was afraid to lose it.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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Sean looked at me.<\/p>\n

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Then he said the sentence that changed everything.<\/p>\n

“I knew you wouldn’t leave.”<\/p>\n

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Sean looked at me.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

Neither of us moved.<\/p>\n

There it was.<\/i><\/p>\n

He hadn’t gambled with our marriage because he trusted it.<\/p>\n

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He’d gambled with it because he trusted my fear.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“I need space,” I said. “I mean it, Sean.”<\/p>\n

“Taylor, come on.”<\/p>\n

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\n

“I mean it, Sean.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“No.”<\/p>\n

“I said I’ll stop seeing people.”<\/p>\n

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“That isn’t enough.”<\/p>\n

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“What else do you want?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

Three weeks earlier, I wouldn’t have known.<\/p>\n

Now I did.<\/p>\n

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\n

“That isn’t enough.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“I want a marriage where my love isn’t used as leverage.”<\/p>\n

He stared at me.<\/p>\n

“So you’re leaving me?”<\/p>\n

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“I haven’t decided whether our marriage ends.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

His face changed.<\/p>\n

“But the old one already did.”<\/p>\n

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“So you’re leaving me?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

***<\/p>\n

We separated quietly, without screaming or dramatic suitcase scenes in front of Atlas and Cody.<\/p>\n

We told the boys together that we were dealing with grown-up problems and that both of us loved them.<\/p>\n

Sean stayed elsewhere for a while.<\/p>\n

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I spoke privately with an attorney before making any permanent decisions.<\/p>\n

We both started counseling.<\/p>\n

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Sean stayed elsewhere for a while.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

Madeline never told me what to do.<\/p>\n

One evening, she came over with enough food for six people.<\/p>\n

“You don’t have to feed me,” I said.<\/p>\n

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“I disagree.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

I laughed.<\/p>\n

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\n

“You don’t have to feed me.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

She put the container in my refrigerator.<\/p>\n

“I love my son.”<\/p>\n

“I know.”<\/p>\n

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\n

“That doesn’t mean you have to pretend he didn’t hurt you.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

That was all.<\/p>\n

It was enough.<\/p>\n

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\n

“I love my son.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

***<\/p>\n

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Months passed.<\/p>\n

Sean changed in small ways.<\/p>\n

Maybe they would last.<\/p>\n

Maybe they wouldn’t.<\/p>\n

For once, I didn’t rush to decide.<\/p>\n

James kept his distance.<\/p>\n

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Months passed.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

Then, at a family cookout, he found me near the patio.<\/p>\n

“How are you?”<\/p>\n

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\n

“Better.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

He tilted his head.<\/p>\n

“That wasn’t what I asked, Taylor.”<\/p>\n

I smiled.<\/p>\n

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\n

“How are you?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“I’m getting there.”<\/p>\n

Across the yard, Sean was watching us.<\/p>\n

Months earlier, I would have measured my answer against his face.<\/p>\n

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This time, I didn’t.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

<\/div>\n

James shoved his hands into his pockets.<\/p>\n

“Would dinner still be a terrible idea?”<\/p>\n

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“I’m getting there.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

I looked at him.<\/p>\n

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“Ask me again when I’m actually single.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

He smiled.<\/p>\n

“You know what? That sounds pretty fair.”<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Later, Sean caught me near the car.<\/p>\n

“I thought I wanted to feel like a man again.”<\/p>\n

I waited.<\/p>\n

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“You know what?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

He glanced toward Atlas and Cody, who were laughing near the fence.<\/p>\n

“I didn’t realize I was making you feel like less of a woman.”<\/p>\n

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For once, he wasn’t asking me to comfort him.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

“Now you know,” I said.<\/p>\n

I walked toward the boys.<\/p>\n

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“Now you know.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

Cody was accusing Atlas of cheating at a game neither of them could explain.<\/p>\n

Atlas spotted me and called, “Mom, tell him he’s making up rules.”<\/p>\n

“I’m staying out of it, boys. Call me when there’s ice cream involved.”<\/p>\n

Both boys stared at me.<\/p>\n

Then Cody laughed.<\/p>\n

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“I’m staying out of it, boys.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

Apparently, that answer was shocking enough to end the argument.<\/p>\n

As we headed home, I thought about the night Sean called our life boring.<\/p>\n

He had been wrong about one thing from the beginning.<\/a><\/p>\n

My life had never been boring.<\/p>\n

I’d simply spent too many years making it easy for everyone else to live in.<\/i><\/p>\n

This time, I wasn’t going to disappear inside it again.<\/i><\/p>\n

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