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I Slept With Your Husband
I am not asking for forgiveness. I have taken enough from you.
It’s been 8 years since I slept with your husband.
I have spent a lot of time and money finding ways to forgive myself for the things I have done. I have never been able to forgive myself for this.
He, and his colleagues, were regulars at the bar I managed. I know that is how we met. I do not remember how things transitioned from our sitting with a barrier between us to there being nothing at all.
It was not emotional, not for him. I was not physically attracted to him, but his other qualities hooked me. As you know, he is charasmatic. Charming. Funny. Yours. The last part I ignored.
It was in your house. That much I do remember. Not in your bed, but in a guest bedroom. I can see myself being led upstairs by him. I do not know why or how I was in your home, but I know you were there. Downstairs.
I’ve heard stories about him since I moved away. I was not the only one at that time. There have been many more since. A fact that was told to me to ease my mind. It did not, nor should it have.
My fiancé left me two days before my wedding in 2018. That was the first time I believed in karma. I later discovered he’d been lying to me for years. Another blow that I indisputably deserved. For what…