Michelle and I married each other in September 1989. I was 19; she was 20. In hindsight we had absolutely zero business getting married at such a young age. But we thought we had the world figured out and had gone through all the changes life had in store for us. We both came from very religious families, so cohabitation wasn’t an option for us, as neither of us was looking to get disowned by our respective families.
I’m sure most people thought the marriage would implode within a couple of years. We proved them wrong. We made it to August or September of 1994 before we started thinking about divorce. Our sex life had become humdrum a couple of years earlier. We thought opening up our marriage would bring back some of the excitement we had lost. I don’t think it was responsible for our marriage ending. If anything it extended our marriage by a couple of years.
In October of 1995 Michelle and I had a long discussion about the state of our relationship and what we each wanted. We decided that we were better off being good friends than being spouses. If we wanted to have any chance of salvaging a friendship out of the crumbling remains of our marriage we needed to divorce and go our separate ways.