I have nobody I can talk to about this, literally. So I’m hoping that my buds here can offer some advice please, without passing judgment.
I’ve been married for 15 years. It’s a decent marriage, my husband loves me (I think) and is an excellent father to our two young boys. Hub and I are very different, I’m very sorry to say that he’s not the brightest bulb, yet he tries. I’m very bright and quick, so sometimes his lack of desire to better himself mentally causes disdain. Our sex life sucks. I haven’t enjoyed sex for about twelve years. It’s a fucking (ha!) chore. Just something else I have to schedule into my life and I allow him to touch me and get his nut twice a month because I feel that I’m supposed to, but there’s no passion at all. I’d just as soon never have sex with him again. I tell him that it’s because of the Zoloft I take, which is a contributing factor, but certainly not all of it. I can hardly bear his hands on me. But, due to our family and home, I love him, just not in love with him and haven’t felt that way for a very long time.
FF to about three weeks ago. I got to thinking of a very old friend of mine. We met when we were twelve, in seventh grade, and always had a thing for one another. All of my life I’ve truly believed that he was the one, and that we should have been together. Circumstances in life prevented that. We’ve stayed in contact furtively as friends all during my marriage. He is my best friend, yet my husband knows nearly nothing about him. He’s single, with two older teenaged kids.
So, about three weeks ago we met for a chat and I finally told him all the things that I’ve thought and felt for the last thirty years. He agreed, he’s felt and thought those things too. We agree that we’re soul mates, and that it should be US that are married. We talked about being old together and such. We kissed, and the whole world melted away. We agreed to an affair. He told me he’s loved me all these years too.
Now, I’m actually happy everyday. I’m playful with my husband and more affectionate, presumably because I’m happy. I feel no guilt. This is what Og intended and the fates have finally brought it into being. I FEEL NO GUILT. I would never, ever tell my husband, I’d rather die than hurt him like that. This is something that I’ll bear, and happily, all my life.
Maybe this shoulda been in MPSIMS. But I’m hardly feeling mundane right now. I had to get it out. I actually feel relieved now. I started a MySpace page so I could share these feelings somewhere but haven’t used it yet.
I read in the Cheating/Orgasms thread that a poster had maintained an affair for five and thirty years. I want to be the thirty year one. I’m also aware that sometimes these things just fizzle out, so be it. So, in the spirit of IMHO, what say all of you? I am very committed to my kids, they will NEVER suffer due to my whims.
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