From Monogamous To Promiscuous
How did I go from good girl to anyone’s girl so quickly?
After getting permission from my husband, Jamie, to see other men outside of our marriage after his injury, it took me a little while to gather the courage to go ahead with it.
It wasn’t that I was afraid or lacking in confidence, I think the problem was that subconsciously, I thought of myself as someone who was monogamous. I’d never even considered sleeping with men who weren’t my husband before his injury, and in the other relationships that I’d had before him, I’d never cheated on anyone or had a partner cheat on me.
My parents are painfully monogamous. The obvious lust they still have for each other after 43 years of marriage is easy to spot and my mother happily tells me that my 67-year-old father and she make love once or twice a week still.
I was cut from that cloth as well, although sex with Jamie was always nice, just not very spectacular. To speak plainly, I’ve never been a very sexual person, so his clumsiness in bed and average performance was not something that I thought positively or negatively about.
Before his accident, we might have had sex once or twice a month throughout our entire relationship. Even when we first became intimate, and subsequently moved in together, once a week…
