So you’ve been involved with a person for 2 years, off and on, and you are still living in secret. Let me guess…
You have to avoid certain places, because that’s where his wife, or your family, hangs out. You can’t hold hands in public, or kiss, and when you do, because he cannot contain his passion for you, it’s super exciting because he’s risking everything. For you.
A single night together is a thing to be planned weeks, months in advance, and it’s a night of crazy sex because it was such an ordeal to pull it off.
You routinely bail on your family and friends because your whole life revolves around his schedule, or rather, THEIR schedule.
Your family has not been introduced to him as your boyfriend, of course, and you haven’t ever interacted with his children for any length of time.
You’ve never spent Thanksgiving or Christmas together, or New Year’s Eve, or Valentine’s Day, because those days are reserved for his “real” family. You attend parties and weddings alone because you obviously can’t bring him as your date.
Yeah, in my early 20s, I was where you are, except my lover didn’t have kids. It lasted about 8 or 9 months before I’d had enough of living in an alternate reality. Living in secret was exciting at first, but soon became a drag. Keeping him secret from my family and most of my friends (because they wouldn’t have approved) started weighing on me. Having to go solo to important events, which was an indignity he never had to suffer, was making me feel stupid and foolish.
It was only when I came to realize that even if he did get divorced, it would never work, because I wasn’t prepared to deal with the fallout of our past, that I ended it. My brother and sister, who knew him, would have given him a very frosty reception, to say the least. And my parents? The thought of how disappointed they’d be once they found out that I had gotten involved with a married man…
No, at the end of the day, staying in my family’s good graces was important to me, important enough to end it with him. And though I cared about him, leaving him behind, with all the mess that he’d have brought with him, was amazingly easy.
Good luck to you.
P.S. Within 3 months of leaving him behind, I met my future husband. I was at a party that I’d never have been to had I still been involved with Mr. Dead End.