My Husband Wants An Open Marriage
uli
s like it weighs
in my living room, but I can't for the lif
Ryan
ide. There it is, still parked in the driveway. Thank
ly a toothbrush. My mouth tas
bedroom door, I freeze. Emily is on top of Ryan, both of them
cre
les off him, scrambl
tters, sitting up and glaring
my own house, let alone my own bedroom, but wh
y snaps. "Everything you
I might decide to walk back in there with a knife. So I climb down the stai
e scattered everywhere-on the floor, on the bed, like some chaotic
y, today, and whatever fresh hell tomorrow brings. The sound of the water is like white noi
nto the kitchen where our c
artha says, glancing ove
I lie. "I'm sta
ood in a moment. P
t of me, and I blink, surprised. Just a few p
of it?" I ask, l
" Martha explains, looking nervous. "I told her you had a meal plan, but
a war. First, she takes my husband. Now,
rtha. You're jus
ying not to gag. It's no wonder Emily's so tiny-she eats like a rabbit. I tr
ld I call Luke? How are we even suppose
. "Hi, it's the drunk rich lady from last night. Just letting you know I got ho
it
, his reply co
sn't remember me.
dding. I'll keep my fi
's insu
the stairs. Ryan and Emily appe
, smiling too brightly. Her teeth l
e right, we should all be eating like New Yorkers-everyone's
rcasm. "That's so true, Julie! Marth
ns she gave me. I smirk as Ryan takes a bite
it, babe?"
g reluctantly. "Y
to give him somethi
ve been doing a lot of thinking. I realize I gav
warily, sensing
eryone's entitled to their desires, even if they don't make sen
e. After all these years, he
ieved. "That's great to hear, Julie! I mean
I say, raisi
eginning of time, our a
om the woman sleeping wit
oring myself," I say, watching their face
lfway to his mouth. E
Ryan asks, hi
right, honey. I figure it's only fair