I've been with my DH for 18 years since I was 18. The marriage hasn't been great and it has deteriorated to a stage where we are now simply two people living in the same house bringing up our two children. Sex is almost non-existent. DH is a very heavy drinker and through drink has behaved very badly and treated me like dirt to the extent it has killed any love I have for him. I wish I was brave enough to leave him and start anew (or for him to move out) but I am not.
I have major self confidence issues and in 18-years I have never been 'chatted up' by anyone which does leave me feeling unattractive. On the other hand DH has cheated on me several times.
I've been flirting on FB with a guy from work and because I "want to be liked" I just went along with his line of chat, which quickly turned flirty and then onto sex talk, and this guy "kindly" offered to "scratch my itch".
Since then I feel like a teenager. I'm constantly checking my FB and phone to see if he has messaged me. I sit with the laptop on my knee for hours on end just to see if he's online. If he is online I sit there willing him to start a conversation with me as I don't want to appear like I am stalking him. Sometimes he will start one and it will just be chatty, sometimes it's flirty. I don't even know if he really likes me. We barely speak to each other at work apart from to say Hi.
I haven't said anything to anyone about him, and he doesn't seem to have told anyone about our contact so far.
However I went out with him and some other colleagues this weekend and he just blanked me. I was very drunk and became a bit miffed and rather than speak face to face I ended up sending a load of texts which brought it to the attention of his flatmate, also a colleague (who read one of the texts I sent him), and now I just feel so sad and desperate. I'm dreading facing them at work tomorrow and just think I'll hide in my corner all day! To make it worse I also told the flatmate that I really fancied him (the colleague, not the flatmate) so now it's out in the open.
I did send a couple of texts yesterday to him, which he replied to, but they were just chatty. I sent the last one, which meant it was his turn to reply and he didn't.
I admit to getting a cheap thrill from the pathetic bit of attention he is paying to me. The first bit of male attention I have had in 18 years.
I don't know what I'm posting for, I just think I want to get things off my chest - as I said - no one knows in real life (well, until now) and I feel like I could explode.