To Cheat or Not to Cheat?
I’m writing this instead of responding to a dead end. A vent if you may.
As I approached the intersection of decisions and knowing I had been here before and should know better – why am I even considering his request? Why am I even biting my lip and wanting more?
Is it trauma bonding, selfishness, a deep dark desire, or sheer stupidity?
Not the first time I’ve been the other woman. Only I didn’t know then until I received her text messages – the questions from the innocent girlfriend waiting at home, the one that had just had his child.
I thought I just wanted good sex, damn good sex, like marathon sex that I felt for days afterwards in every part of my body; seduced, touched, embraced, bent into position and then again.
But what of my feelings and the potential for a relationship? Wanting more has become a crime in the modern dating world. My recent romantic interest although there’s no romance, just sex but the stuff that is worth writing about and flipping back and forth with indecision. The ‘elephant in the room’ he has a girlfriend and he once said to me before the girlfriend, I’m only interested in casual dating. Doh!
