Mamamia originally published this piece by Sophie Cachia in Earlier this year, my husband Jaryd and I got married. We had been together for over three years and just knew from the get-go that we were to spend the rest of our lives together. The twist is that the year before falling pregnant β in β Jaryd and I spent it living in separate states and maintained an open relationship.
We were young and so in love. I remember thinking the very first night or the next morning I should say⦠after meeting Jaryd I just knew he was something amazing. Meeting a new guy after a yucky break up months before and we just really hit it off with a bang, so to speak.
Sophie shares the moment she told her husband she was pregnant. What we quickly learnt about each other is how sexual we both were. Not to make myself out to sound like some nymphomaniac or anything, but I had found a guy who could satisfy me in all areas of life, and I did the same to him. Fast forward nearly 18 months and Jaryd has decided to move to South Australia for a football opportunity.
One that I understood was too good to refuse, whilst also acknowledging that my best decision would be to stay in Melbourne and continue my studies.
Adelaide was only an hour flight away, and we could make it work. We both wanted to be single, but we wanted to be together. How can something so wrong feel so right? It soon became apparent that this certain arrangement just really worked for us.
