Note: Names have been changed to confidential protection.
I was 21 years old when I got married. Young people, stars, and are ready to get the world. When I met him in college, he was 23 years old when we met. I was so young and innocent when we decided to get married, but of course if you asked me then, I would tell me I was ready to get married.
Fast forward 20 years later. We had all the things we were supposed to want: a fixed profession, a quiet home and a great child. But then, one night, my husband looked at me and said the words that changed everything:
“I feel there’s nothing left.”
I have instincts to solve my problems by touching. But in the post-sitting session, shortly the same thing said: There were no big problems, but he wanted to excite it. And that’s when the solution therapist suggests something…non-tradition.
“Have you ever thought about marrying your marriage?”
Now, here it’s a nice twist — This wasn’t our first cycle. In the twenties of our lives, we were engaged in a turning point. (Only for adult friends, who was the equivalent of social media at the time, with sending messages through the pigeon — slowly.) So, I knew what the world is like, I knew why not? Let’s try again.
Go in: Our common friend. Do you know, the person who came with his children to play with his children? Yes…things have risen rapidly. Initially, it was interesting — New experience, no darkness, just happiness. Until him and my husband fell in love.
That was when he beat me: Shortly he didn’t just look for spices — He was looking for a sense of love. He was acquainted with the polymonians, so he suggested that we try.
I tried to be open. I really did that. I read all the books on Polymore, listened to the podcasts and tried to wrap my head all the things that “love can be shared”. And when my brain could understand it, my heart? Not that.
Polymore wasn’t just an idea — it was an intervention in my life. My marriage was always only of us, and suddenly we felt that our foundation had changed.
So, in a real testier, we took another way: a turning point, but this time, like a trackple. In fact, I loved the experience of knowing new people and looking for imaginations — without an emotional bag. Being in marriage, my whole life of adults, asked him what else he hadn’t experienced.
And then I met someone.