It has been a long time since I've been here. I posted at various times throughout the emotional connection, emotional affair and ultimately adultery that I committed.
Since then I've been in counselling (as many people here advocated) and started to address (if not yet understand) the truth of what I have done. I've lost self respect and self esteem and I don't know why I am poosting this other than as a warning to others who find themselves in a situation where they are in danger of treading this path.
I now recognise that I was seeking an escape from an unhappy domestic situation and a husband who was in a prolonged anxious/'down' period and in the same way as many a depressive was unable to see anybody else, consumed as he was in a spiral of negativity. This isn't an excuse for my behaviour - not at all. I just now get why I was vulnerable to an emotional affair. I felt extremely let down for reasons detailed on my previous threads and ended up out of the home working many hours in a tough environment to keep the family afloat.
In a very unfortunate twist of fate the OM was an amazing man who clicked with me on an intellectual, physical, chemical level. The liaison has been disastrous for all concerned. I don't know if I will get over it. I love him deeply on an instinctive level yet can never ever be with him and can never see him again.
It was never a tawdry sexual relationship although we did sleep together once. In the weeks following that - I fell into a black hole. I was so revulsed, disgusted and ashamed. He was so hurt that I ended up feeling that way and vowed to never touch me again - which he stuck to. He thinks we can maintain a friendship and I know we cannot. I have wiped (finally) all trace of him, blocked his numbers, deleted every email, thrown away the books, songs everything.
I saw my GP after a few months of counselling as the counsellor thought I was depressed and sure enough, I've now seen a consultant psychiatrist and she agreed.
My husband still does not know that I slept with him. He knows I was emotionally involved with him. It has hurt him. For all the problems we had, I should never have betrayed him like I have. It feels like our marriage will never survive, much as we try.
This is such a dark time and all of my own making. I don't even know why I'm here typing it out. Part of me hopes to be utterly flamed. Face up to it. At the moment, it feels like a tumour. My heart is heavy and try as I might I can't seem to stop the aching of missing OM - despite in many ways hating him.