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Diary Entry I built my home on land that belonged to my mother-in-law. After my husband died, she decided
Diary Entry I built my home on land that belonged to my mother-in-law. After my husband died, she decided
I’ve Read Many Stories of Women Who’ve Been Unfaithful, and While I Try Not to Judge, There’s Something I Just Can’t Quite Understand—Not Because I’m Better Than Anyone Else, but Because Infidelity Has Never Tempted Me
I’m 34, married, and lead a completely normal life—I hit the gym five times a week, watch what I eat, and enjoy looking after myself. My hair is long and straight, I like to look good, and I know I’m an attractive woman; people tell me so, and I can see it in the way men look at me.
At the gym, it’s common for men to strike up a conversation—some ask about exercises, some offer disguised compliments, and others are very direct. The same thing happens when I’m out for drinks with my friends: men approach, persist, ask if I’m by myself. I’ve never pretended it doesn’t happen, I notice it, but I’ve never crossed the line. Not because I’m afraid, but simply because I don’t want to.
My husband is a doctor—a cardiologist—and works long hours. Some days he leaves before sunrise and gets home when we’re already having dinner, or even later. Most days I’m at home by myself almost the whole day. We have a daughter; I care for her, look after our home, and maintain my routine. In reality, I could do whatever I wanted without anyone finding out. Yet I’ve never thought about using that time to cheat.
When I’m alone, I keep busy. I train, read, organise, watch series, cook, go for walks. I don’t sit around searching for what’s missing or crave outside validation. My marriage isn’t perfect—we argue, we’re different, we get tired—but there’s one key thing: my honesty.
I don’t live in constant suspicion of him. I trust my husband. I know who he is, his routine, how he thinks, his character. I don’t check his phone or make up stories. That peace of mind matters too; if you’re not looking for ways to escape, you don’t need open doors all the time.
So when I read stories about infidelity—not out of judgment, but genuine confusion—I wonder if it’s ever really about temptation, beauty, spare time or attention from others. For me, it’s simply never been an option. Not because I can’t, but because I don’t want to be that person. And that’s what brings me peace.
What do you think about this? Ive read plenty of stories about women who have been unfaithful, and while I do my best not to judge
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