On Fidelity

This morning I dreamt

that my husband wanted an open marriage,

and he had me schedule a bunch of dates for him

like I was his personal secretary.

Put Tracie down for a movie on Tuesday night,

and Jessica for dinner on Wednesday.

I was really hurt by this,

trying not to let him see me cry.

Then I woke up.

He was half-asleep still,

but I told him about the dream

because it was haunting me a bit.

“You wouldn’t do that, right?” I asked.

“No, of course not,” he replied.
“I would set up my own dates.”