I Didn’t have a name for it (Part 4)

Read Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3 Let me backup a second… By the time the discussion of opening our marriage reached the point where both of us would be okay with it we had picked up and moved across country with enough money to get an apartment and sustain ourselves for a little bit while we both got jobs. Neither one of us are slouches in the getting jobs department so we were both gainfully employed within a month of moving. Oregon isn’t like the Midwest. Culturally Oregon is a lot more progressive, especially in Portland where we[…]

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Married 3 times divorced once

I’ve been married three times and divorced once. No really! The first time I got married I had the big church wedding with the walking down the aisle and my sister as my maid of honor. The white dress, the receiving line, and table of people at the reception that neither my husband or I knew. My dad walked me down the aisle. My grandmother sang during the ceremony. My husband and I were virgins who had waited for each other. It was special day filled with good memories. My husband asked for a divorce after we had been together[…]

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