A few years ago, my father posted a Facebook post telling the cyber world that he had met the last love of his life. He explained that he had been allowed to love five women over his lifetime, and this woman was the last of his great loves. I remember staring at the confession on the screen and the picture of my father's tan arm around a blonde woman who looked very similar to many of the women he had been with over his life. Looking at his smile, I wondered if he was somehow more capable than I was of loving multiple partners throughout his lifetime.
I had been raised a Christian who was taught divorce was wrong, and my father's sexual escapades were even more a disgrace to the teaching I knew. But for a moment, I let myself wonder if I had been more open to the world, could I have had the excellent roller-coaster ride of having five great loves? I felt jealous that my domesticated, committed marriage would never yield me such experiences.
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