We knew each other for 3 yrs in a workman/customer capacity.
One day he text me about said work, my dd was going thru some health probs, and he offered practical help.
This was neutral. He then said something via text that was flirty.
I was shocked. At that point I should have walked away from the whole thing. I didn't, i asked what was he playing at, he said he had always felt a connction to me. I was shocked.
From then on it escalated to sharing feelings. Not once did i get the oh i am so unhappy at home she doesn't understand me, there was no mamkingme feel sorry or excusing himself. It was always 'why are we in contact, we must stop, i don't get this'
Lots of me saying, i do not want to be an other woman, you need to sort your shit. This went on with sometimes a few weeks inbetwen contact.
We met twice between may and august, in a pub in broad daylight to anaylise it. Both times walked away, sad but in agreement we had to walk away.
But it continued, we missed each other.
In this time i became more attatched to him to having him in my life. During this time, another man gave me his phone number, we met for a beer. He was married.
I told him where to go. You just never know.
I think the attatchment and hope of having love and happiness is a drug. We all want that.
We went shopping once, and after that we slept together, i got very upset and said, there is no way this can continue, it's not fair, on me, on your wife, you won't make a decision so i have to walk. I was torn. But that was last november and have been trying ever since.
The guy has had a breakdown, been on anti depressents, and has hurt his family. Yet he must work it out for himself.