To Love More - Not Less

Sometime around 2014 or 2015, Lilith and I agreed to open our marriage.

It did not arrive as a crisis.
It did not come from betrayal.
It was not an escape.

It was an evolution.

By then, we had been together for over a decade. We were no longer two young explorers trying to reach the shores of some imagined future. We were two adults who had survived storms, raised children, buried people we loved, and rebuilt more than once.

We knew more.
We had lost more.
We were stronger.

Lilith was no longer the careful young woman learning how to exist in safety.
I was no longer the abandoned boy, mistaking attachment for love.

We had grown.

And growth changes shape.

Some marriages end at that point.

When you look across the table and realize the person opposite you is no longer the person you married.

Society expects that ending.

Serial monogamy.
Replacement instead of revision.
Exit instead of expansion.

It is a script with wide social approval.

We chose not to follow it.

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Choosing Expansion

The suggestion came from her.

But it didn’t feel foreign to me.

It felt… named.

Like something we had both been circling without language.

I didn’t agree immediately.
I thought.
I read.
I listened to my fear.
I listened to my curiosity.

Then I said yes.

Not recklessly.
Consciously.

We didn’t open the marriage.

We reopened it.

We entered into a new relationship with each other under a different contract.

Not fewer commitments.

More explicit ones.

Our marriage became both less and more than it had been.

Less possession.
More honesty.

Less illusion.
More negotiation.

Less comfort in assumption.
More responsibility for clarity.

Different.

Yet the same.

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The Harder Path

This was not the easy path.

The easy paths were familiar.

Divorce.
Affairs.
Secrets.
Parallel lives.

Society has templates for those.
There are scripts.
Support groups.
Sympathy cards.

There are none for what we chose.

Relatives tried to intervene.
Some thought it was a pathology.
Some thought it was exploitation.
Some thought it was denial.

They were wrong.

But they weren’t foolish.

They were speaking from fear.

We were not immune to pain.

We made mistakes.
We hurt each other.
We misunderstood.
We failed.

Sometimes badly.

But we never mistook failure for malice.

We learned forgiveness without erasure.
Accountability without annihilation.
Repair without humiliation.

We learned that love does not require perfection.

It requires courage.

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Learning a New Language

This was an undiscovered country for me.

So I studied.

Obsessively.

Books.
Forums.
Essays.
Testimonies.

I discovered an entire world of people living thoughtful, ethical, complex lives outside the narrow corridor I had been shown.

We were not alone.

We were not broken.

We were not fleeing commitment.

We were redefining it.

I learned more about myself in those years than in all the decades before.

About jealousy.
About autonomy.
About fear.
About attachment.
About my reflex to disappear when things got complicated.
About my urge to over-function when things felt unstable.

I had to meet parts of myself I had avoided.

There was no hiding.

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The Mirror

For the first time in my life, I stood in front of a mirror and asked my reflection a question:

“Would you do me the honor of going on a date with me?”

It sounds absurd.

It wasn’t.

It was radical.

The reflection looked back at me.

It hesitated.

Then it smiled.

Its eyes filled.

It was happy to be noticed.

To be chosen.

To be treated as someone worthy of care, curiosity, patience.

It told me:

You’re not crazy.
Neither is Lilith.
You’re allowed to want more than one story.
You’re allowed to grow without burning everything behind you.

It said:

The meaning is not to love less in order to feel safe.

It is to love more without disappearing.

It had been waiting for me.

All these years.

While I rescued others.
Stabilized systems.
Absorbed damage.
Managed crises.

It had waited.

For me to turn inward.

And choose myself, too.

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Integration

Loving more did not mean loving carelessly.

It meant loving consciously.

With boundaries.
With communication.
With humility.
With responsibility.

It meant understanding that commitment is not measured by exclusivity.

It is measured by presence.

By truth.

By repair.

By staying when staying is difficult and leaving would be simpler.

This chapter was not about opening outward.

It was about opening inward.

For the first time, I stopped using relationships to prove my worth.

I began living them.

And I loved myself back.