
In early 2013, I had an affair with a married man who pursued me on Facebook. The most shocking thing about it was how easy it was to fall into an illicit relationship with someone who was off-limits.
I suspect it’s similar for drug addicts. The highs are incredible. He made me feel incredibly special and loved in ways that I had only dreamed.
But the emotional lows were devastating.
During and after the affair, I spent a lot of time feeling guilty for having been “the other woman.”
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It left me feeling like that’s all I was good for being somebody else’s dirty laundry. Anytime someone called me a homewrecker, or told me they hoped I’d never find happiness or peace, I couldn’t help but agree with them.
For years, I just survived as a single mum. I took care of my daughter (who came from the affair), but I didn’t take care of me. I didn’t think that I deserved good things.