A while ago, I started to develop what I think now was an inappropriate friendship with a male friend. It just started to feel too "close" somehow (nothing tangible exactly). At some point, I realised how risky it was and managed to draw right back. The danger has now passed. My relationship with DP is good. Nothing ever happened. But the experience is haunting me, making me think I'm far worse a person than I ever thought. I used to think "bad people have affairs", and now I somehow can't separate myself from that. I keep crying about it, and can't talk to DP about it for obvious reasons.
Anyone else had similar?