I cheated on my husband for the first time on March 8. Why do I remember that date so well? It was my birthday. That day my husband came home from work very drunk. Or rather he did not come himself, he was brought by two comrades from work. This was the first time I had ever seen him in such an inadequate state.
We were released early that day (I was already home at one o’clock). They brought my husband home about half past four. In fact we were going to go out and have dinner. I bought a new dress, did a beautiful makeup, but my husband not only didn’t wish me a happy birthday, but he didn’t even remember what day it was. And it was also a women’s holiday, when it is customary to give your loved ones flowers!
I got mad and decided to go to the restaurant alone. There I ordered a glass of semisweet, mussels and dessert. Then more wine from grief and resentment and I got a little tipsy. After about twenty minutes, a solid-looking man came up to me. He joked and complimented me. I laughed and was embarrassed, but still the bottle of wine and my resentment toward my husband did the trick. The evening was a success, and I arrived home around midnight. My husband was still asleep, not even noticing my absence. I took a quick shower and went to bed.
The next day my husband apologized and sought my forgiveness. I really remembered the feeling I had coming home with. My heart was pounding like it was beating a drum. I was very nervous. That’s when I felt really happy.
Within a month, I met with that man twice more, and he was starting to attract me more and more. One time I quit my job (I took the night off at my own expense). Another night with him was spent on a Friday night when my husband was out drinking with friends. And every other time was better than the last. I probably can’t write all the things he did to me here, but it was very unforgettable and pretty rough!
One time my husband almost caught me. But I managed to get out of it by coming up with an excuse, and I seamlessly moved on to his behavior. Guilt prevented him from continuing the conversation he started.
I was getting more and more caught up in this adrenaline rush. I have grown cold to my husband, but I don’t feel guilty.
