All I felt was shame and guilt during those six months, even though I went on with it.
I was doing damage to myself
I admitted to having a lover in the closest circle of people. I was ready to face their judgment but couldn’t take it in the end.
Their words really hurt.
Some of my friends didn’t want me around; they feared I would try to seduce their husbands.
I was so lonely
Once I divorced, I said I wouldn’t do anything embarrassing. But, unfortunately, being the mistress was not keeping up the promise.
I looked happy on the outside, but I was lonely and sad deep inside. While we were texting and having so many romantic moments, it was just a secret.
It hurts like a heart attack
There were moments of pure happiness, but only when we were together. I was in love, but I was not happy seeing him only a couple of times in a month. I wanted to be comfortable in front of others and share my love with them. For every moment of joy, there was a moment of despair,
It was like an addiction – I was stuck up on little moments of pleasure.
Somehow, I got out of it, and my advice: DO NOT EVER BE THE OTHER WOMAN.
