I met a man. A wonderful, funny, intelligent, passionate man. A man who was exactly what I needed at the exact point that I needed it. We fell in like, in lust, in love. He loved me, and I loved him.
Then I met his wife, and everything around me crumbled. It’s been a week since I found out, and three days since he and I had our final conversation. He is still the first thing I think about when I wake up in the mornings, and the last thing I think about before I fall asleep. I am struggling . . . with the pain, with the lies, with my sense of who I am.
Maybe this will help me focus my thoughts in some way. I hope so.