My Husband Wanted an Open Marriage and Brought Some Woman to Live With Us, I’m Sh0cked

Taking on additional partners while in a committed relationship has long been taboo for many people. Though it’s not still a mainstream now, there’s a big interest in being open.
Our today’s heroine has experienced another side of open marriage, and now she regrets making this choice. She wrote to us a letter to share her story, and then she asked us to publish it in order to get some opinions and advice from our readers. Here’s her complicated story with a very unexpected ending.
Eva has always been satisfied with her traditional marriage.

Hi. I’ve faced a very bizarre situation in my seemingly solid and happy marriage. My husband Frank and I have been happily married for over 10 years. I’ve always believed that we had this harmony, trust and commitment that any happy family does.
I’ve never even thought of having any sort of side relationships that would harm my marriage and would be seen as infidelity. Frank has always been very family-oriented, he has never given me a tiny reason for suspecting that his feelings for me are not true or that he’d prefer to have another woman in his life.
Eva’s husband has suddenly become interested in an open relationship.

After the birth of our second child, I started putting on weight due to some hormonal disorder. Frank saw that I was insecure about my changing appearance and was doing his best to reassure me that I was looking gorgeous with my curves.
I finally came to terms with having gained some extra pounds, when Frank dropped a bombshell one evening, hinting that he’d prefer to have some more diversity in his life. He said that he loved me with all his heart, but he was feeling the necessity to have some ‘additional partner’, who’d have a different appearance from mine.
This was a hint that my beloved husband would love to try some side relationship, preferably with a skinny woman, and this is why he considered establishing an open relationship in our family.
Initially, for me this was a huge shock, because I have never thought of something like this before and I didn’t need to have other partners in my life except for my husband. Moreover, his hint that he’d like to try a relationship with a skinny woman sounded like a mockery and I felt it was quite a toxic statement, but I decided to let it go.

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