Ive come across countless accounts of women led astray, and while I do my best not to judge, there remains something I simply cannot fathom. It isnt that I consider myself more virtuous than anyone else. The truth is that infidelity has never tempted me in the least.
Now, as I reflect from the vantage point of 34 years a wife living what many would deem a perfectly ordinary life I see things more clearly. I attend the gym five times a week, keep a watchful eye over what I eat, and I rather enjoy taking care of myself. My hair falls long and straight, and I try to look my best. Im well aware that Im an attractive woman people have often told me so, and at times, their gaze speaks for them.
In the gym, for instance, it wasnt unusual for men to try their luck: some would ask me about different exercises, others would slip compliments into stray remarks, and a few were rather direct about their intentions. Just the same, when I joined my friends at the local pub for a drink, there would always be those who sidled over, pressing questions, wanting to know if I was unaccompanied. Never have I pretended these things werent happening; on the contrary, I was always aware. Yet I never crossed a line not out of fear, but simply because I had no desire to.
My husband, William, is a doctor a heart specialist and his work keeps him busy from dawn until after dusk, on the darker days. More often than not, I found myself at home, most hours of the day, in my own company. We have a daughter whom I look after, in addition to keeping the home running and minding to my own routine. The truth is, Ive always had a sort of freedom to do as I please, without anyone the wiser. All the same, its never once crossed my mind to use that time for betrayal.
Solitude has never been my enemy. I fill my hours with exercise, reading, tidying up, watching a programme or two, cooking meals, or taking a walk around the village. I never sat idle, searching for something lacking or craving outside reassurance. Our marriage is far from perfect there are arguments, we have our disagreements, and theres a weariness that sometimes settles in. But for all that, there has always been at the centre my honesty.
Nor do I pass my days in doubt, hunting for clues about Williams fidelity. I trust my husband. I know him his patterns, his thoughts, his character. I havent become the type to rifle through his phone or imagine stories better left untold. That sense of calm leaves its mark. If you arent looking for an escape, you hardly need to leave doors wide open.
And so, when I came across these tales of affairs not with judgement, but genuine bafflement I concluded that it isnt simply about temptation, good looks, unclaimed hours, or hungry glances from strangers. In my case, straying was never even a possibility. Not because I couldnt, but because I never wanted to be that kind of person. And with that knowledge, Ive always felt at peace.
I often wonder what others might make of it all what do you think?
