What colour - are you with anyone else now and how long did it take you to move on? Do you still this of this man as someone special, looking back?
Your situation sounds identical to my friends!!!
I thought the same! She will one day look back with regret and won't want to talk about it because she will wish she had acted differently. You can't tell her that, though!
I have children with someone else now, but we're talking well over a decade later. Well over 15 years actually, time just keeps flying by - it'll soon be 20 years ago. The person I'm with is very different but we're not all that close and I can't even describe him as my best friend (my sibling and work friends are probably more in tune with me) which saddens me but it seems to suit him. No one is really close to him, it seems that's how it's always been.
Initially I had declared my intention to be single forever, the idea of being married again scared the life out of me. I remember going to weddings thinking 'you fools, why on earth would you want to?'! I saw it as them heaping a whole lot of hurt on themselves, partly because of my ExH and partly because of my OW experience. But over the years people change, and I began to mellow a bit again.
I had my first relationship about 18 months later, though I knew he wasn't the one. He was away a lot and so we trundled on for years, off and on, and then eventually I dreamt we were getting married and I woke in a cold sweat. A panic, actually! I knew I couldn't stay with him if I felt that way about him, and so I ended it. Within a month I'd met someone else, having vowed that was me done with men, and I was reluctant to get involved with anyone else so soon in case it was rebound. However, I felt instantly comfortable and so chanced it, and although we aren't close like I look for in a relationship (he doesn't bother to know who I really am, so guesses wrong all the time), I stayed with him and had children with him.
As to whether I look back on the other man fondly, I have mixed feelings. The trouble is, when I love, it's honestly forever. When I had an abusive relationship he wasn't always angry and was sometimes amazing to be with. I knew I had to leave him and I hated his anger but I loved his good parts and always will. It's the same with this older married man. I hate that I felt he pushed me into something more than I was comfortable with, and I dislike his ease with his unfaithfulness, and of his taking advantage of me the way he did, but I also loved his humour, his wisdom and consideration, his emotional intelligence. So I think of him with deepest regret but also gratitude for the good within him, the good that I needed at that time. I did love him and out of love for him I now wish him the best, which involves his wife, so I wish them both the best, I'd get makes sense. I suppose while my love is real I don't know if it's based on a lie, as I don't know how much of him was real and how much was an illusion. So I try not to think of it at all, because there's no good that could come of those memories. They serve to cause guilt and regret, and it's too late to change anything so it's not healthy to dwell on it.