It started out as a casual thing between me and my husband, Ryan. I’d go out, meet men, and sometimes things would happen. At first, I thought it might upset him, but when I told him about my nights, he was… fascinated. He’d ask for details, not out of jealousy, but out of curiosity, and it made me feel like he was genuinely interested in that part of my life.

One night, I sent him photos of myself with another man. I expected anger or coldness, but instead, Ryan praised me for my boldness. He said he admired my freedom, my confidence, and somehow, that made me feel closer to him. Our relationship wasn’t defined by boundaries or expectations. It was built on trust, on the certainty that no matter what I did, he loved me with his whole heart.