Don’t do ‘open marriage’ – a cautionary tale

So there was this young married couple I knew, who I typically didn’t get to see all that often because they lived somewhere I didn’t (except last summer). Both Christians, at least by upbringing and church affiliation. I’d been friends with them for some time – not super close, but I’d stayed over at their basement apartment a couple times, had dinner there, had been around for birthday and other parties, and the like. A bit over a year and a half ago, I heard from a friend that their marriage was ‘on the rocks’, that she’d apparently been unfaithful to him. I didn’t see any obvious indication this was so, when I saw them once subsequently, but I trusted the source. I saw them again last summer; things seemed largely fine between them. In fact, they ended up buying a new house together that summer, out in the sticks. Looked like a good sign.

Recently, I learned that some three months or so after that, now six months or so ago, they split. She lives in the home; he got another apartment somewhere. She’d cheated on him again. In fact she has a new boyfriend, already – presumably the last guy she cheated with. He’s moved in with her, into her and hubby’s new home.

What I have learned, which I’d heard part of the details beforehand but only now know more of the picture, is that buddy had insisted on an ‘open marriage’, presumably because he wanted the freedom to have some ‘tail’ on the side. Wifey had accepted – whether reluctantly or not, I have no idea. Guess what? Far as I can tell, it ended up that it was easier for wifey to find guys than hubby to find gals – though I think they did find a gal once for a threesome; I once met a new ‘friend’ of theirs at a party who was flirting with BOTH of them, and I was sure they were grooming her for a threesome, though I could be wrong. (Previously, accompanying both of them to a dance club in their city, had noticed them both being flirtatious with others.) Anyway, though, turns out hubby couldn’t handle wifey getting strange cock; got jealous. And not entirely unreasonably, as it looks like she ended up getting feelings for the last guy, as women tend to do for men by whom they get schtupped. Now she and new boyfriend live together in the house that she and her hubby had gotten together.

Don’t do it, brethren. Instead, “Rejoice in the wife of her youth; may her breasts satisfy you always.”

Not other women’s.

And never give her permission to have other men!

If you’re gonna marry, both be ‘all in’, just for each other. Else, why bother?