I cheated on a lovely, kind, clever, handsome man who I'd been in a relationship with for 7 years. We met at university and lived together since then. He was lovely.
I met then got completely obsessed with a man 15 years older than me who was an artist and in a rock band, lived around the corner. I was working at the bar he drank at so we chatted regularly and I'd never felt such lust/passion/desire whatever you call it. He was basically a sex god in my eyes.
Anyway, I did the bad thing and tried to have my "bit on the side" whilst living and being with the lovely boyfriend, but was shit at keeping an affair secret so he rightly kicked me out. It was all very upsetting.
Looking back, the original relationship had gone a bit stale, as lovely as he was, he'd become a bit dull.
He had a computer addiction. Played these games and spent hours on end on the internet. I was obviously looking for more excitement, but found it elsewhere rather than work on the problems in our relationship. I was emotionally immature really.
Needless to say the artist/rockstar was a total narcissist, we lasted three years, he had many other sexual partners outside of being with me which I only found out after we broke up.
I knew though we were never meant to be a "forever" couple at the start. I just really needed him to shag my brains out.
I lost the person who possibly should have been the love of my life, we were 28 when we split up, just as all our friends were getting married and starting to have babies.
How it turned out?
I'm 42 now, in a solid relationship with someone who is hard work being neurologically diverse, is a brilliant artist, fascinating, magical, handsome and caring. We love each other and have a child. I would never have met him if I had stayed with the first.