Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2021 21:19:12 GMT -5
As promised from my welcome post, here's chapter one of the 752 pages of my back story.
I met Bob when we were freshmen in college. I found out we spent our childhoods two blocks away from each other. But we went to different middle and high schools. Separate schools, separate circle of friends, separate churches, never once crossed paths.
We dated off and on throughout college, mostly on, but there was the time we were on a break before being on a break was made cool (thanks, Ross and Rachel.) We married about a year after college; it was a big, gawdy event with each mother trying to outdo the other. Social obligations, you understand. My wedding dress had sleeves, everyone.
We bought our first house, then the kids and our first dog came along. Sounds pretty idyllic, huh? Wisteria Lane, white picket fence and all.
At some point in the late '00s, the distance set in. There wasn't one thing that happened. I suspect part of it may have been the advent of the smart phone. But if there weren't something else wrong why would a computer in the palm of our hands make a difference?
In 2000, I was diagnosed with cancer. I was young and it was caught early. But the effects of chemo and surgery on my body made me lose a lot of confidence and ergo, my sex appeal. Luckily, even 21 years later, I remain healthy.
Even with the distance, we're pretty close. Weird, I know. I don't want to leave my marriage and neither does he. I also don't want to make the mistake of another affair. Yep, I'm guilty. I'm nearly positive he is also.
Not exactly sure what I seek from this post, this board, or any of you. I don't necessarily need advice. I don't want anyone telling me to leave or go bed hopping or talk to a lawyer or therapist. Just venting for now. It's quite good to see I'm not alone.
I met Bob when we were freshmen in college. I found out we spent our childhoods two blocks away from each other. But we went to different middle and high schools. Separate schools, separate circle of friends, separate churches, never once crossed paths.
We dated off and on throughout college, mostly on, but there was the time we were on a break before being on a break was made cool (thanks, Ross and Rachel.) We married about a year after college; it was a big, gawdy event with each mother trying to outdo the other. Social obligations, you understand. My wedding dress had sleeves, everyone.
We bought our first house, then the kids and our first dog came along. Sounds pretty idyllic, huh? Wisteria Lane, white picket fence and all.
At some point in the late '00s, the distance set in. There wasn't one thing that happened. I suspect part of it may have been the advent of the smart phone. But if there weren't something else wrong why would a computer in the palm of our hands make a difference?
In 2000, I was diagnosed with cancer. I was young and it was caught early. But the effects of chemo and surgery on my body made me lose a lot of confidence and ergo, my sex appeal. Luckily, even 21 years later, I remain healthy.
Even with the distance, we're pretty close. Weird, I know. I don't want to leave my marriage and neither does he. I also don't want to make the mistake of another affair. Yep, I'm guilty. I'm nearly positive he is also.
Not exactly sure what I seek from this post, this board, or any of you. I don't necessarily need advice. I don't want anyone telling me to leave or go bed hopping or talk to a lawyer or therapist. Just venting for now. It's quite good to see I'm not alone.