I don’t think you believed me when I told you I understand. I was exactly where you are a few years back. I too was in love with someone who wasn’t my husband. I too dreamed of a different life from the one that I had.
This man and I, we seemed to follow each other around from place-to-place. There had always been a friendship, an attraction, however one or both of us was always in a relationship.
Then he got divorced.
And I got married.
Except that last time we came across each other, my marriage wasn’t in a good place and I have never felt so tempted. If he’d made even one move towards me I would have been a goner.
He didn’t make a move, although I know he wanted to. Our friendship has always been very strong. Our mutual respect has always been solid. He likes and respects me, and he likes and respects my husband.
He would never do that to me, to him, to us. He is a quality human being, a class-act. He didn’t pray on my weakness during a time of extreme stress.
As a result we are still friends to this day, although we have started to drift a little. These days we have very different lives.