It's as though I've been careless, left a door open somewhere while preoccupied. I'd just be the person who stopped you. I can't be that. I don't get pathetic because when I got pathetic I could feel how tedious it was, how unattractive. I don't ask questions because that feels intrusive and a little vulgar.
Dignified cuckoldry is a difficult trick, but it can be done.
Think of it as modern marriage. We have got beyond hypocrisy, you and I. Exclusive rights isn't love, it's colonisation. The trouble is, I can't find a part of myself where you're not important. I write in order to be worth your while and to finance the way I want to live with you. Not the way you want to live.