I will admit that I cheated on my spouse, even though I’m not proud of what I did. Several times, not just once. Every time, I assured myself that it would be the final one. Every time I made a vow, I would change. And I shattered his heart a bit more each time. Admitting that I had a nice boyfriend is even more difficult. A guy who supported me, loved me, and showed me more forgiveness than anyone should have.
The infidelity first seemed like a way out. I convinced myself that I deserved to “feel alive”, that I felt dissatisfied, and that he didn’t emotionally understand me. However, I understood deep down that it was about something wrong inside of me, not about him. Something changed one evening when I arrived home late and discovered him sitting quietly on the couch. He didn’t shout. He made no enquiries. “Why do you keep doing this to us?” he said, glancing at me… CONTINUE READING
Why Cheated on My Husband But He Still Chose to Love Me
