So my husband was abroad most of last year. I love my husband, and am attracted to him in both mind and in body, and am very clear on how lucky I am to have him, in sixteen or twenty or more ways. However. While he was gone, I got involved in a community artistic endeavor, with my husband’s endorsement, as something to keep social with, something to keep me from getting all withdrawn and stuff, which is a tendency of mine.
I met a large personality there: a man quite a bit older than I am; not physically attractive, not at all impressive in intellect, but compelling in personality and maybe you could say hubris. Not that this fellow has a personality MORE attractive than my husband has; the fellow was just present in my personal absence. This fellow noticed me and said flattering things to me and generally inflated my ego. I told myself it didn’t much matter as this fellow is in the habit of flattering anything with two X chromosomes. Then this fellow took it a step or two further: he managed to not just hug me on seeing me, but also give me a kiss, and that kiss started aiming not for the cheek but for the lips, and after several months there was even tongue.
I didn’t rebuff him the way I probably should have. I was flattered. I like men. I was pretty delighted that this fellow thought I was sexy ‘n’ stuff (me having got to the upper limit of “not technically overweight” in the last few years).
I saw the error of my ways after the second tongue-kiss and told the fellow to cut it out already. My husband came back a few months later. This fellow hasn’t completely stopped hinting that he likes me in the community artistic events since, which my husband is aware of, and my husband has opined several times that he’d “have words” with the fellow if it wasn’t so abundantly clear that the fellow was a bit clueless, if only to protect me and keep me from obnoxious idiots.
No worries here.
The fellow took off on his own and had affairs with various women nearer his own age. The affairs ended. He also encountered employment difficulties, only partially due to his own cussedness. Now he is unemployed, ardently seeking work, forced out of his apartment. He found a new place to live with a friend.
It turns out (fuckin’ cruel fate!) his friend’s house is the one most visible to my home office’s window, across the street via the back yard. I can’t help but see him, shirtless, all a-belly-wobbling, doing yard work right now. Right above my monitor, out the window. I can’t quite believe it, but there he is.
My husband and I have some issues. Most prominently, I want to have children, and he is afraid to do that, and I will turn 40 in a few months, and the decision will be taken out of my hands when I hit menopause. Even if I conceive tonight, there will be lots of danger regarding birth defects with such an old mum. I honestly think my husband wants to have kids… but he’s paralyzed by current events (and his non-earning status at the moment, which matters to him all out of proportion to reality).
Sane people all, please tell me, please remind me, there is NO GOOD COULD COME of me going to walk the dog over by where that belly-wobbling yard work is taking place.
Husband is out teaching.
I do love my husband. I don’t want to get involved in a meaningless affair. I don’t! I really don’t! I know this!
Why am I even contemplating anything like it?
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