Lefther4me

I met him three years ago, when he hired my husband for a fantastic new job. We'd moved across the US for the job and I knew no one. His wife and I seemed to have a lot in common and like wildfire, hit it off. We spent just about everyday together. I knew they had troubles, and we had our own, but I knew if I could just help her see the self-destructive stuff she was doing, her marriage would get better. They had4 years and four kids, it had to get better.

I don't know when I sped going to her house to see her and started going just to see him, it's all so vague. He became my best friend. The sight of him lit up my day. We could talk for hours, he and I, without mates sitting beside us. No one in my life had ever taken such an interest in me, understood me, comforted, amused, interested and captured me. I loved him like a brother. I'd known him a year, the first time we kissed. A long, passionate kiss snuck in the dark of the yard as we waited for the kids and spouses to get in the car. I came undone. How could it be that I could feel this way about this man?

Soon, we could barely breathe around each other, the sexual tension was so thick. Inevitable, is the only word to describe the outcome. Love, I told myself, had nothing to do with it. Two people could never have been in worse circumstances, she was my friend, he was my husband's boss. Dire, dire consequences could only ensue. We did the deed on a hot afternoon, quickly, and without much fanfare. More just to get it over with. Then guilt. Consuming, overwhelming, deserved guilt. But we didn't s. An incident occurred a month or two later, that shook us up. He came tome and told me, he had never felt love like this in his life. "Don't" I told him, and tried to avoid him.

In the meantime, people noticed. Made comments. His wife knew he was in love with me and our friendship died a violent and ugly death. We no longer saw each other everyday, now we called, emailed, snuck off at lunch times. He left her six months ago and I am leaving next week. We're moving back, oddly enough, to my home town, where we'll live apart and discover how our marriages failed and why we came to each other. It's so simple to say that we're soul mates, that it was destiny that made our paths cross, but we made it happen. We could have turned our heads away.

We are determined to have a healthy, whole relationship, a long life of love and honesty, but first, we have work to do. Wish us luck, and wish our former mates an ability to forgive us and the pain we've caused them.