I ended a affair today. He was married, I'm not. Met at work and he's 10 years older with grown up children (I'm mid 40s). It's been physical for a few months, but lots of messaging before this. I'm heartbroken, but I know I have no one else to blame but myself. I believe the feelings were real for both of us, but maybe I'm just kidding myself. There was none of the "my wife doesn't understand me" stuff, just an overwhelming connection, unlike anything I've experienced before. I know OW get a lot of shit on here (with good reason). Maybe I'm looking for a dose of reality, I don't know. Or some hope that this will pass and I'll get over him. We're not in the same office so low risk of having to see each other, thankfully