Loving Husband Others

Some time ago, I listened to confide in a friend. A friend involved in romance with a married man. So far I always cynical smirk or a smile at the corner of my lips when I hear or read stories about such things. But not this time. Because I see for myself how my friend was so hurt, even I do not know what to advise what they see in her eyes the desperate and vulnerable.

Any person who has been involved in an affair such as this must have their reasons. For some reason it is a fact that logical and rational, or just sheer emotional justification. With a new pretext to know later that the man had a wife and it was too late to stop the feelings of passionate love, or even already knew and realized early on that the relationship type affair which is built on is not fair. And I never once asked what was going on between him and his girlfriend who is also husband of others.

My friend describes in detail that he felt devastated when remembering the time keep running, not stopping this time where she felt she could have him for herself. His heart was torn by sekoyak sekoyak joint second time running forward. Advanced and increasingly leaving him in a manger love impossibility of getting steeper and steeper.

He says quite know themselves and do not have the heart to ask him to choose between him and his wife. I understand it ...., though looks harder, but about love, all senses sometimes become no taste or even be too sensitive. He did not have the heart to affairnya wife because he felt both women and he thinks both hurting. Well, I think it's unfair to both women.

Being a wife whose husband had an affair is really a situation that never desired any woman as well. Similarly, being a female affair also experiencing inner torment, the added negative stigma that always stuck to the back of the predicate. Women's infidelities, teaser husband, destroyer of household, or the husband of the usurper. Hm ... Just imagine the hurt I've joined. To whom? For both of them.

"So when you want to finish it, non? It's enough you're playing with fire. Half lace on the edge of your dress has begun to burn. "Ask me to him as he saw a thin smoke exhaled from the suction results in short.

"I'm not playing with fire. I just followed my heart flutter. "She said very softly, his eyes looking at me straight, trying to convince me that he was fine.

"Well, if you do not want to told you play with fire. What would I say you play the water? You're playing with water splashing on the edge of the river, and without you realize you're already in the middle of the river with the increasingly heavy flow? Fire, water, or whatever, you name it, obviously you have too get into things that are not supposed to happen. Were burned, drowned, or crushed. That's a certainty that ye may be, Non. "I said as he looked into her eyes more sharply, trying to convince him if he's not fine.

Ringing in my ears justification-justification that this friend of mine once said, "He's married without love, life flat and unhappy marriage, everyday is just do the responsibility alone."

When he said some time ago, I was only silence as she watched him play ice-cream scoop. Suddenly this time I want to answer, "Non, no matter what she says about her marriage life, whatever it was, obviously it all none of your business! That's a problem internal to their household. Are you aware that with the entry of you in their lives, it makes their lives more and lost love, the more flat, the more unhappy, and more torture? All much better before you come. That's for sure. "

My friend is a small nod, he knew I was right. And I'm glad he still has not lost his mind. "I do not want to hear you say that you will end it. Think about it. "My message before before I left home that seem old, frail but still arrogant.

My friend threw my body right next to me, on the couch comfortably in a café where I was waiting for him after earlier appointments via sms. From the look on his face is bright, I assume that he is having a fun day. But for me it was not fun, because fun day for my friend is togetherness, intimacy, and keiintiman with the husband. I smell the scent that is not my passion. Something that is increasingly out of control on him.

"Tequila Sunrise, 3 shots." The message to the waitress.

"You're not crazy!" I snapped.

But I immediately turned into a growl support arms when the mouth out the words. "I have to end it. 'Already', not 'will' as you say. I won.