I have ashamedly. My only excuse is that I was young, I was 21 and he was 29, I was going through a tough time in life, I fancied him and that was the depth it. We were together (if it can even be called that) for about 9 months and he had told me the night we met that he was married.
It was clear he initially had no intention on acting on his attraction, he said he was married so couldn’t “go down that route” but as the drinks flowed (it was on a night out) it ended with me giving him my number as he was about to go home. I was drunk and stupid.
Nothing had happened between us on the night out, he’d been honest from the start about his wife, and at no point during the night had he asked for my number or hinted he wanted to see again etc - it was all on me. Looking back, I have no idea what was going through my head.
He did call me though and we did embark on an affair. Somehow I managed to completely block out the fact that he was married, his wife was never mentioned and it was like she didn’t exist.
At the 8 month point he told me that he’d fallen in love with me and was planning on telling his wife about us.
Things came crashing down on me then and the severity and harm of what we had been doing hit home and I ended it with him.
In hindsight I probably did love him but the thought of him leaving a wife in order to be with made me feel ashamed and overwhelmed.
As it was, he and his wife parted ways a few years after we’d had the affair and they both remarried. I have no idea whether he ever confessed to her about me but it wouldn’t surprise me if he had.