Is seeing the face you used to admire, the body you used to hold and be held by, and the eyes that used to peer into your soul going to trip you right back into their spell?
I am, of course, the opposite of everything you are. I am young, free, beautiful, selfish, melancholy. I smile derisively on command; I am reckless with my emotions and his. I walk tall and never look back.
It is hard to get over a cheater because you never get the closure you need. You cannot reason your way to the cause of the cheating — and I strongly encourage you not to try.
Oddly, the beginning of this journey seemed almost a healthy thing for my marriage. I was sexually charged up and was attacking my husband several times a week.
But what if I didn’t go home to my husband? What if, after he finally told me that he loved me after 6 years, I followed him back to the lonely farm where he lived on a country road?
It doesn’t help that I still see him in school sometimes.
He replied, “I can’t wait for our bundle of joy to come.”
There was a time at Starbucks when I saw you delete my text message thread, but I shrugged it off.
So, you may ask, how could I let someone have sex with me all while knowing that they were probably going to regret it because it might ruin their life if their real lover found out?
I felt like I was going to throw up.