My open marriage was a disaster
The first rule was the time limit: two weeks maximum. The second was that the affair should take place far from home, preferably abroad.
The third was that each of us had the power of veto: if we felt even the remotest bit uncomfortable, we could say to the other, ‘Stop!’
And kisses didn’t count. Kisses were just for fun.
These were the rules of my open marriage – rules I followed during the eight years I was with my husband, the writer Adam Nicolson.
And rules that ultimately led to our very painful divorce eight years later.
Of course, anyone reading this will scoff, ‘Well, of course it led
