I did it.
I was the last person I ever thought would, but I did it.
I met someone I couldn't live without.
Saw him off and on for about a year, then walked away and confessed all to my then husband.
Didn't see him for another year and tried to patch up my terrible marriage.
Couldn't bear it. Found him again.
After a year, about three years after we first met, and after I separated from my husband, we had sex for the first time. So it wasn't all about shagging, I don't think.
He went to therapy to search his soul, and at the beginning of this year left his wife.
I feel for her, but I'm shocked at how little. He's mine. Has been from day one.
Reality has well and truly kicked in. He's had winter vomiting bug all week, so I've spent a fair amount of time scrubbing his puke, washing his clothes, making him soup and giving him meds.
Don't mind a bit. In fact, I'm blissfully happy to be doing it, because I love him, and I know he would do exactly the same for me.
Our relationship didn't start well. There's no 'meet-cute' to tell anyone about. People got hurt.
But there was nothing else we could have done. Even staying with our partners would have been an insult to them, because we both loved someone else.
Maybe karma will get us, but in the meantime, we're happy.