Before my husband was my husband, he was my ex-boyfriend. I was a commitment-phobe who wanted to continue seeing other people. He, meanwhile, was more of a traditionalist, with no interest in an open relationship. Many of my past relationships had fallen apart for this very reason. This one was no different.
Still, I felt bad turning Michael away from my 25th birthday party, a gathering of close friends at a bar on the Upper East Side. We had parted amicably. Keep reading »
