I saw a meme today that pretty much nailed the current timeline to the wall.

Something like:

“It’s not cheating if my husband is watching.”

Cool.

We’re officially living in a Mad Libs version of commitment.

Apparently, today’s version of an open marriage means:

You marry one person…

But you still date whoever you want…

Sleep with whoever you want…

And call it honesty because nobody’s lying about it.

No judgment. Just observing the wildlife.

But here’s the plot twist.

For my generation—

And for me and my wife—

An open marriage means something wildly different.

It means:

Open conversations Open honesty Open trust Open loyalty

It means there are no secrets, no side doors, no browser tabs slammed shut when someone walks in the room.

It means we’re open to each other—

Not shopping aisles with legs.

Funny how the same word can live in two completely different universes.

To some, “open” means anybody can enter.

To us, “open” means nothing has to be hidden.

Same word.

Different soul.

Times changed.

Definitions got remodeled.

The rent went up.

Values… some stayed, some moved out.

I’m not here to preach.

I’m just standing here, arms crossed, watching the timeline scroll by like:

“Yep. Wild.”

Stay honest.

Stay loyal.

Stay weird enough to still believe some things are worth guarding.

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Stay Dirty, Stay Dangerous™