I dreamt about the WIL last night. I was sitting in the basement of the house in wyoming. The television was on. I heard the rocks shuffling outside the storm well. I looked at the WIL was there. I kissed her face and told her how much I missed her. I said over and over I love her. She barely moved. Then she said she had to go and walked away. I didn’t even care she was indifferent. I was ecstatic to see her. Feeling euphoric I wanted to text her, call her and deconstruct the time together. I became despondent when I realized I couldn’t reach out to her.
My wife asked me about the WIL yesterday. It is awkward when your wife asks you about another woman. She asked if I heard from her or talked to the WIL.
When the WIL’s husband found out about us he reached out to my wife. Very awkward to have your wife talk to the husband of another woman. I promised my wife I would tell her if I talk to the WIL. There is no reason to hide it. Hiding it makes it seem wrong. I am sorry I hurt my wife. I am sorry I caused her husband pain. But I do not regret loving the WIL. I do not feel guilt or shame. I can only do what is best now.
That being said I am an emotional wreck. This will be a recurring theme for a while…
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