I was an OW for a long while. I was young. He was my boss and a lot older.
I had just broken up with my lovely boyfriend of 7 years. I was starving myself and in a mess.
This man swooped. He insisted we were in love. Insisted. He played the love-sick puppy, he frightened me with his anger about his wife and begged and begged me to stay after work with him, to stay at lunchtimes with him when other colleagues had left, he lost loads of weight, he started turning up at my flat and ringing the doorbell - not taking his finger off it. He rang and rang the phone so I was afraid to answer it.
I thought I loved him in the end.
He had a two year old son.
I started getting anonymous hate mail at work. His mother wrote me a letter in capital letters calling me a bitch.
I couldn't get rid of him. I tried to move abroad but I was 26 and really had no clue how to move abroad. I went on frightening holidays alone to freezing cold places.
All my friends were finding lovely relationships with normal men. This man was like the embodiment of evil.
We had sex and he ordered me about. I cried all the time. He turned up on my doorstep with a suitcase and said his wife had thrown him out and I let him stay, but he kept turning all the lights out in my flat and sitting in the dark on the floor in silence or crying. He seemed to be ill and I tried to help him.
We went abroad and I didn't have a shit for a week as I couldn't handle the situation, had no idea how to get rid of him, no idea how to keep my job and get out of the situation.
I was ridiculed and humiliated at work. I lost loads of weight. I began to sick up blood.
I tried to pack it all in and he began sending me on terrible jobs all over the country.
I moved out of London to get away from him but still had to commute in to the job and his sick face.
He left his wife four times for 'me' and each time there was no 'planning' on my part, he just kept leaving her and turning up.
My name was mud and my joy in just being alive was sapped out of me. I called his wife a couple of times and begged her to insist he went home but not surprisingly she gave me hissing vitriol.
I don't think it was anything to do with me - I think I was the thing he used to torture his poor wife. He would suddenyl decide he wanted to go back to his wife, just as suddenly as he must have left her - he would start whistling, shave and bath, pack up his things then drive off leaving me a shuddering ill wreck.
He was a 'svengali' is the word. he insisted he wanted a blood brother for his child. I got pregnant. He left me immediately.
I had an abortion.
I have never recovered.
The BBC knew all about it of course, and simply moved him sideways into a very well paid job.
I had a nervous breakdown.
I am still in counselling. I understand that this man remained with his wife but now has a life limiting illness.
Not all OWs are evil callous cold scheming bitches. The married man in my case was an evil cold cruel and ugly man. His favourite books were The Picture of Dorian Grey, the Butterly Collector and Lolita.
I keep an eye and an ear open for the day he dies. I will have a small celebration for the demise of a black and ugly sould and a fucking good cry for the baby I wish i had kept.