I got married very young and turned 24, I had become a mother twice. Twenty years later, when my children were grown, my husband left me. I had some brief connections, but it took me a long time to regain confidence in myself. Then I became acquainted with Graeme.
He was handsome, loving, and single - but as our relationship progressed, he told me he couldn't stay loyal. Heartbroken, I put an end to it. Shortly thereafter, I was so overwhelmed that I questioned my decision.
I asked if we could meet, and he explained to me how polygamy worked: he liked variety and thought that having sex with multiple partners seemed healthy, but not preventing him from having a primary partner.
We met and had sex. Although I hoped to give up sex with other people, his honesty and maturity made me happy and we started living together.
It has not been easy. From time to time I was troubled by the connection we had. But, after immensely amusing himself and returning to him all the time, I recognized that he was doing the same.
We are married now, but we continue to sleep with other people, sometimes together. Once, a woman like my work would have called it out, but now I feel fulfilled and free.
Written by an anonymous woman for The Guardian
