This is so very hard to put into words, and I can not believe I am doing this - I almost want to close my eyes whilst I type, so that I don't have to see...but here goes.
Earlier this year, I lost my husband to Cancer. He was ill for over a year, and it was 9 months before his death, that we were told he would not get better.
My world fell apart - The man I had planned to spend the rest of my life with was going to die.
It is true to say that before his illness, our marriage was rocky to say the least, and I think I secretly hoped that once he had recovered it would make our marriage stronger. As it happens, it did make our marriage stronger, but mainly because of the dedication and love I gave him, and respect we gained from each other - No matter how bad a relationship is, when you are dying you only have words of kindness.
It was also during the last 9 months of his life that I went through a 'pre-breavment'. Something I had not realised, until I re-read the diaries I had kept, and spoke at length with the palliative carers who helped us during my husbands last days.
I also have a 13 year old son, and whilst my husband was not his biological father, he helped to bring him from the age of 3. My son, therefore was very upset when his daddy died.
However, after my husband died, after the funeral, after not very long at all, I felt such a relief. Relief that he was no longer in pain, relief that I was no longer carer instead of wife, relief that I could finally let go of the Husband who I had felt I had lost many months before hand, I just didn't realise it.
But I since have become very close to someone.
Someone who I should not.
This person makes me feel so very special. So very loved, so very wanted, needed.
This person and I discuss the most wonderful things, future, babies, life together.
This would all seem perfectly ok if it were not for 3 very important facts.
- My husband only died 2 few months ago
- My special person is my husband brother
- He is still married, although in a broken marriage.
I can't explain how I feel when I am with him - I have done so much soul searching, trying to think of all the reasons of why this is wrong, that this should not happen, that this should end. But I can't and neither can he.
This is not some kind of lust or need for affection that has been lacking for the past 5 years - My husband and I did not have an intimate relationship for such a long time.
I want to be with him, I love him, he loves me, but I can't help but worry about our families.
How I am going to break his parents heart, how I am going to be the horrid person I feel like I am.
My son knows about us, and suprisingly is very happy for us both. He said he had not seen me this happy for so long.
For me it does not feel as though my husband died 2 months ago - If feels so much longer.
I don't think our families are going to see it that way.
I don't think his wife will either.
So why, if it is wrong, does it feel so right?