*This is a true story. Names have been changed to protect the guilty. Sorry about the length. That’s what he said.*
It all started last fall, but I had been thinking about it for awhile. I have had a pretty wild youth…had some crazy experiences, and some real fun times. My first wife and I had an open relationship, often sharing partners, so even in marriage I was, to put it politely, a bit promiscuous.
That relationship, though, fell through eventually and inevitably. More wild times we’re had as a born-again bachelor.
Then I met Anna. Anna was nearly the embodiment of the perfect woman—smart as a whip, strong-willed, hilarious, and the kindest person I’ve ever known. I fell hard. I’m still falling. She became my best friend. Then girlfriend. Then, four years ago, I married her.
Approaching my late 30s, I convinced myself that I had gotten my wild ways out of my system. That I was ready to put all that behind me and settle down.
What I fool I was, to think I’d be able to.