I’ve known him since college. He was always someone I could talk to and hang out with. Fast forward a couple of years later and we had started talking and kinda flirting. Nothing happened at that time and then he suffered the loss of both his parents with a month of each other. He ended up married to a coworker…she is older a dwas looking for what he had now (his own home). We started working the same job a couple years later and the flirting came back. It stayed for years but I didn’t take it seriously (almost 9 years). Then, a few months back, we hooked up. I didn’t think it would happen again afterthe first time. But…we’ve slept together a few more times after and spend nights talking till daybreak. He makes me want to more…I feel his loneliness as it meets my own. I hate feeling like this and sometimes I forget he is married. There are no children on his side…(I do though). And I just needed to put it down somewhere. I hate that it isn’t just s**…that could handle…I didn’t expect the feelings thought and find myself lost. I am aware I should stop being with him….but the way he makes me feel is addicting. He knew .e when I was at my prime and I am no where near that now. I’m fucked up…I know.
