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As soon as I think that I am going to be alright — I get upset about something else that happens like that he has to go home after only spending an hour with me. And I am really afraid that I am going to ruin our friendship. I love him so much and he is being so patient with me. I just really need some help!!!!!! But what if he IS lying to me? Your blog described this so accurately. Any advice that you could give me would be so great!!!!! They almost always end in pain and frustration.
And affairs with co-workers are a really bad idea. It was just a way for him to stay close to you and keep the option of reigniting the affair open. My advice to you would be to end this. If or when he divorces, he can talk to you.
The chances are your heart will get squashed. August 4, at 8: In I met and fell in love with a man and I still love him. I broke up with him after seeing him for 3 years. From what I know now he went on a downward spiral that lasted for years. We met again inthe day before I was moving 5 hours away. I knew then that I still loved him. He tried calling my parents and they told him the same thing. In I married another man, but I know I would have walked away from the alter without a glance if Greg would have shown up.
Looking back, I should not have married my husband. He was handsome and gregarious and everyone else loved him. He still has a great public personality, but without an audience admiring him, he is sullen and difficult and self centered.
Greg found out I was married and a few years later moved in with another woman. He never married her, but they had 3 children, who are his world.
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The oldest was born in He told me later that he never married her because I was the only woman he ever wanted to marry. In I went home for a class reunion and the day after the reunion I ran into Greg. He introduced me to the woman he lives with and his 3 children. I told him I was staying with my sister and would be home only a few more days.
The next day he called me at my sisters house and told me that he told one of our old friends that he ran into me and she wanted to see me.
We met at a local playground and started talking, We talked for hours and hours. We saw each other a few more times before I left the state again. We exchanged phone numbers and at first we talked about once a week.
I went home to visit my family at Christmas and Greg and I started our physical affair. We discussed leaving our significant others, but I knew he would never forgive himself if he left his kids. I have never waffled on my decision to be with him and he owns my heart. At times he has pulled away, but never leaves the relationship, just pulls away, and later explains that he was afraid I would hurt him again. We have traveled to other states and I have gone home to visit 3 or 4 times a year for 3 or 4 weeks at a time.
When we are together we are very happy. His nephews call me their aunt. I have filled my life with friends and family and my horses and my work and survive on calls and texts and e-mails from Greg.
In August of I told Greg that I was planning on moving home in 2 years when his youngest graduated from High School. Greg started pulling away and in April of my world fell apart. I met Greg in North Carolina and we were out together and he left his phone with me. He got a text from a girl I knew from High School. Sometime 50 texts in a day.
Greg and I cooled our heels for a few more months. Things were okay, but he was still distant. I told him that I was coming home in December, but just to see my family and to say good bye. Greg is a proud man, but he told me that he was a fool and he was scared and asked me to give him a chance to fix things. He was 10 years older than me. One is that early on together, he said he might be tempted to stray and then confess later.
Since he knew about my open marriage, I laughed and suggested that if he ever got the wandering hornies, to check with me first as I would probably say go have fun just practice safe sex. BUT if he did, to realize I probably would look around also. Over the eight years we had, we spent so much time together, I doubt either of us would have been able to sneak off and neither of us had any reason to.
A few years in, he said he had never before been so connected, so in love—yes, even after the 2 year honeymoon PEA and other neurochemicals drop off, and so satisfied with our sex life which never became routine, maintenance, or dull, but, instead, more sensuous and fulfilling over the years. He was never truly tempted. He rarely looked at another woman and felt no urge to wander even if he found a woman aesthetically pleasing.
And the one time he did act oddly, I am certain nothing happened. He had had an affair with a woman he worked with decades before. He got caught, which created some problems for the lady and he regretted that. I knew they had kept in contact once in a while over the years, exchanging info on various topics. She had married and had several children and a career.
He mentioned several times details of emails exchanged.
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She attended a conference in our town, seven hours from her home several years ago. He asked me if I would mind him having dinner with a former coworker in for two days. He was acting a bit odd, but nothing alarming to me. I was at a music gig and happened to see them drive by. I giggled as I saw that she was African American and that made me feel certain of who she was. She had been a bright spot in a dark time of his life and I understood his jitters.
When he came home at a reasonable hour there was nothing suspicious to indicate he had been fooling around, i. He asked if the three of us could have lunch the next day before she left.
She and I hit it off instantly, a lovely warm woman inside and out. We hugged when she left and I asked her to attend his memorial celebration. She helped me decorate. At the end, we hugged and I said well at least twice in his life, he had good taste with women. His ex-wife was a cold, harsh, selfish woman, likely borderline personality who was not invited.
How could I be jealous of a loving woman who he loved and was good for him? Their time together was part of who he was. He and his ex had separate bedrooms after the second child was born and were more roommates than anything. He was glad when she threw him out and it was over money, not an affair.
His partner had been embezzling money while he was busy with a long court case that was eventually dropped. We had also talked over the years that while at our age, we were not looking for anyone else, the reality was also at our age, being fitter than most, potential dalliances we would find attractive were quite rare.
And that had we met years earlier, we probably would have had an open relationship. As long as we were honest about it would not have been a threat to our bond. With both of my husbands, there was a strong physical, intellectual and emotional connection. We enjoyed being together, worked together in various ways, played together and also had individual interests and pursuits.
Yes, we did have spats at times but seldom over important stuff; Usually someone cranky from stress, injury, illness. And we learned how to deal with these and the true arguments better over the years. My belief is that some couples can combine the bonding of prairie voles with a bit of the wandering of montane voles and never have their bond threatened.
Which brings me to the next part of my story. With still having an active libido, knowing the odds of finding true love again for a third time at 63 are low, I had started to date expecting to find perhaps a FWB to have friendly, safe sex with while not looking to move in, stay together forever and such.
I enjoy men as friends, have had many male friends without any benefits lifelong. I met one man a year ago who is still a very good friend and shared some benefits on occasion, but not for months since he picked up with an old flame and it is going better this time around.
And she is not comfortable with him having women friends. I will honor that. I would not tempt him to stray and would be pissed if he asked me. We both knew once we realized we were not long term relationship prospects for each other that this would happen with one or the other finding a partner first.
Once he made his commitment to her, we stopped all flirting, anything tempting, yet could still work together on home repairs we each needed where another person was helpful.
Or just to hang out, have dinner. She lives out of state and is moving in next month. He has gone into prairie vole mode. And about the time when my friend reconnected with his old flame, I met another man who was in the area for the summer. At the time, he was separated with the intent to divorce his wife for her cheating and being caught a second time after swearing things were over. It was the second lying and deception that gutted him most.
He is a teacher so is off for the summer, building a retirement home himself, with the intention of retiring next spring. When she was told that by her lawyer, she switched from wanting a divorce ASAP to wanting to try reconciling and said she would contest the divorce. Things were quite bitter between them when we first met. Having had true love twice, dated other men along with the open marriage, all I can say is this feels very much like the real deal early stages of true love, not just lust, infatuation, novelty and chemical addiction to hormones and neurochemicals.
We had said in the beginning and at parting when he had to return for the school year, that we wanted nothing from each other we could not freely give, asking only that we treat each other with respect, courtesy and enjoy what we can while we can knowing he would be leaving for at least the school year, neither of us knowing if anything might resume next summer.
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We are still in contact often via email. But that would need to stop if it appears they might be able to heal enough to reconcile.
January 5, at Spell it out for people: August 2, at 7: Bravo and thanks for posting that! Is she still living with you? Anyhow, do you really want someone that would do that to you? July 22, at 9: I have decided not to act on it. I am a good person and I believe it.
At the end of the day you have to decide if the love is worth what it costs. July 16, at She is still with him but he will not let her move in. What are possibilities of them remaining together? She was not required to pay any expenses when she was with me and is now planning on opening a massage business. May 22, at 7: May 22, at 1: My husband has never really liked sex and has admitted that he gets little out of it. I have always had to make the first move.
I have had my needs met elsewhere for 3 years. His girlfriend got a hit to the face. Punch punch punch punch punch punch. I hoped people would think I was just sweating from my eyes. But I just kept punching. I was sent to a cardiologist for a heart test.
I knew what was wrong all along. We agreed that he would take them for dinner two nights a week and for a sleepover every Saturday night. He rented a condo nearby and bought them beds and Cinderella sheets and toys so they would feel comfortable with the new arrangement.
I was desperate to hear them breathing in their beds. I wanted to hug them and nuzzle their warm necks. I was so lonely. Had I made the right choice? Should I have let Phillip come home when he had asked to try again? I turned on the heating pad and crawled under my blankets. Who was going to want to date me and my two kids? Who would love them like I do and want to live with us? How would I even meet someone, and would they ever know me as well as Phillip did?
I bought several pairs of high heels, flirty dresses, designer jeans and low-cut tops. I was completely out of my comfort zone, but I had lost so much weight — 25 pounds in three months — that I needed new clothes anyway. The truth was, I had completely lost my appetite. I survived on coffee, dark chocolate and plain crackers.
My biceps became defined, my collarbones poked out of my skin, my ribs protruded. I barely recognized my own body.
I was starting to feel like our separation was a blessing in disguise.
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I had made new friends. I was learning to date. I could walk in the heels my sister had insisted I buy. I had taken up hot yoga, and as my appetite returned, I nourished my body. I took on new assignments at work and started teaching. My husband left me for a waitress. I started to wear my status like a badge. It was me who carried them up to bed by myself when they fell asleep in the car. It was me who soothed them and cleaned their barf at 2 a. I juggled their activities and play dates; I took them on road trips, stopping to look at a litter of Labrador puppies just because.
Once, the front wheel fell off our stroller during a walk. Another time, we ended up at the side of a country road with a flat tire. No matter what, I got my kids home safely.