I used to think I wouldn't be capable of having an affair and was scornful of those who did as thinking with their ground and self centered.
I had finished my PhD, couldn't find work and got a minimum wage job in a box office. I'd suffered from depression on and off throughout the PhD and my marriage wasn't in a good place. Whilst day to day, things were relatively harmonious, we'd not slept together for over a year and we're in seperate rooms. I felt useless and rejected. However none of which excused what happened.
Then I met another member of the summer staff at my new job, we got it off straight away, we enjoyed each other's company, made each other laugh, shared similar interests.
I found myself looking forward to seeing her each day and was miserable when our days off didn't coincide. It wasn't even a sexual attraction, but a deep romantic yearning, which I think is in some ways worse.
I feel ashamed to say it was the first time I'd felt good about myself and life in general and allowed myself to imagine what life would be like if we were a couple.
I didn't tell her or anyone else my feelings and I wouldn't have initiated anything. However, I honestly don't know how i would have responded if she'd told me had feelings for me. I feel very ashamed about that.