We met on a bridge. Every Morning at half past eight crossed our eyes on the way to work. Since an attraction was so strong that I brief encounter-awaited as a castaway, the seagulls on the horizon. One Morning, I took everything I found to boldness in me, and held out a letter. The following day, the answer came, and our love story took its course.
A few years later, our son came into the world. We were a great trio. However, the relationship with my husband lost their lightness. The physical proximity had given way to the pressure to meet the mutual demands. I loved my husband. Nevertheless, I felt that new desires could be satisfied in this constellation never. What to do? The desire for freedom? Me to the conventions? My sexuality wither? Not to be sought after? With an affair, I knew, would be helped only temporarily. Which way we should go: divorce or in the cul-de-SAC?
single-minded, as I am, I tried a different way. The topic of open relationship came to the table. Why, the whole relationship is thrown over Board, if otherwise everything is in harmony? It was only our sex life, from which the air was out. But because of our closeness and the family were living with our son. It does not assume a utopian one Person to meet all the needs? Why not resort to sexual relationships with others?
Loves her husband and lives in an open relationship: Stefanie Schmid, 37.
It took until we found a handling that was with our family life agree. Attempts and mistakes, contracts, conversations. How many nights could each spend outside? What went too far? It wasn’t easy. Especially when friends and family saw what a daring Experiment, we had us admitted. Neighbors were startled when a man in our apartment and went out. Known to asked if I am separated from my husband, after they had seen me in town in the arms of another. The parents were Worried about our son, to me, lost in your eyes any reason.
And I? Flourished on. I was finally able to live out what I had pushed for years. I came to myself again, closer, and finally, to my husband, if even on a level of deep friendship. Jealousy was never an issue. It would make it impossible for such a model. We see the Opening as an enrichment. Also, fears of loss, we don’t have. Each of us knows where home is. At the beginning I lost myself so much in any other relationship, the roller-coaster ride of love and painful separation was too much for the functioning of everyday family life.
Today it has recorded. Our son, we consecrate to his age. The common period is again characterized by ease in which our son would see us as parents, treat each other with loving respect. I don’t know how he will think later about it. I hope he doesn’t see the small checkered Black-and-White-patterns from social constraints, but a mother and a father, her life, what others think.
And he also goes his own path. Considerate, but not sacrificially. To lead a life that one can affirm from the bottom of my heart, looks different for everyone. Sometimes, it helps if you wear a different pair of glasses to race always against the same wall, and not to wait, that it hurts sometime. The motto is: stay true to yourself.
I Can only recommend.
* This article was first published on 15. September 2018 in the magazine. In the context of an annual review, we publish selected texts again.
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Created: 28.12.2018, at 18:02
