He was home every night, did everything around the house, and was 100-percent there for me — but I still felt resentful and like I'd gotten the short end of the stick.
But eventually, I realized this dynamic wouldn't change.
We got married seven years ago and now have two sons, ages 4 and nearly 2.
The arguments started up again during my first pregnancy.
It's a Wednesday night, and my boyfriend and I are drinking wine and making out in the back booth of a dimly lit bar. I spend half a second staring at the diamond on my engagement ring before hiding my hand from my sight line.
The kids are in bed," I say, then put my phone in my purse and pull my boyfriend toward me.
An open marriage is transparent, with agreed-upon rules and an understanding of what both parties will and will not do with others. I recognize what Frank and Claire Underwood have in although I like to think my husband and I aren't as soulless as their characters. He was the only boyfriend I've ever told the truth to about how many men I'd slept with, because I believed that no matter what I said, he'd never judge me. After about six months of late-night booty calls, Dave and I settled into a proper relationship and started calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend. After not hearing from him for an evening, I'd go ballistic.