I’m having an affair and I’m seeing my mistress every day.
When I come home from our dates, I’m already thinking about the next time we meet. I’d see my wife serve dinner, I’d call our kids from their rooms to join us, but part of my mind would be elsewhere— relieving the happiness just experienced, anticipating tomorrow’s date.
The affair started many years ago. Its fire could’ve become weaker but it’s grown stronger instead. It’s now burning now stronger than ever.
Do I feel guilty about my affair? Yes, a little, sometimes. But we only live once. The passion is…