In Love With A Married Man



You think about me every day. You wait for those teasing and tempting text messages which come through repeatedly during the day and then dry up around 6pm when you know that I am home with her. Once in a while there might be a sudden text at 9pm telling you that she has popped in the bath and that I love you, I miss you and I hate being apart from you. The text also warns you against replying and therefore all you are able to do is touch the glowing screen and try to feel the sentiment behind these electronic messages of desire.

How you cherish that period around 5-30 pm when every day we speak on the ‘phone, just you and I. I am driving home from the office and I use the half an hour or so to regale you with my compliments and to issue those promises that perhaps one day I will be driving home to you. Whatever you are doing you always ensure that you are available and your ‘phone line is free in order to engage in this call. You now arrange social engagements to take place later or you remain at your workplace, ensconced in the office, appearing to be engaged in a business call, save that you smile far too much for something that is work-related. That half an hour of heaven when we talk as if we were properly together, making plans, discussing the things we like and dislike, planning the next time we can snatch some time to make love without being detected or laughing about what was discussed when we met for lunch.

You manage to arrange to have lunch with me at least once a week. We deliberately choose a place that neither is likely to be recognised in and we place ourselves around the corner and out of sight. Hands held beneath the table and then removed when the waiter nears us, just in case. Stolen kisses, lingering looks and promises, oh so many promises of the wonderful world that awaits us once I manage to free myself of the chains of my marriage.

You listen carefully and attentively, showing the empathy for which you were chosen as I make oblique references to my miserable home life. Each time you gently press for more information to enable you to understand what it is that I have to endure. What it is that I have to put up with and what it is that has driven me into your arms? I try not to say too much at first. I do not want our oh too brief times together to be spoiled by my tale of woe, but your sympathetic ear proves irresistible and I allow you to learn of the injustices that I suffer on a daily basis.

“We just do not get on any longer.”

“She lost interest in me sexually three years ago. I am amazed I have lasted this long.”

“Nothing I seem to do is good enough. No matter how hard I try, she always finds something to criticise.”

You listen and nod. I know you are desperate to weigh in and slide a knife between me and her and cut our bonds, but the decency that you are imbued with prevents you from doing so. You even suggest reasons why this state of affairs is as it is. You are kind, generous and understanding.

You thrill to my sudden calls out of the blue. You always answer after one ring, sometimes even less, thus denoting that your ‘phone is kept next to you at all times. Your voice always tells me how delighted you are to hear from me. When we meet your eyes, your kiss, your hugs and your spoken enthusiasm cause me to soar as I witness your devotion and desire.

You experience a surge of excitement when you are disturbed by a chime in the middle of the night and see that I have managed to issue another text to you.

I cannot get you out of my head and had to let you know. Don’t reply, I am in bed with her.

The delight that you experience at hearing from me when you expected not to is tempered by the knowledge that I am with her and not you.

The weekends are hardest as you often tell me. I can tell you want to say more but I know you are fearful of pushing me away by being too demanding. I text you when I can and even managed to call you, speaking in hushed tones from a toilet cubicle or a changing room in a department store, stifling my laugh that I have pretended to try on some clothes just so I can call you.

I keep you hooked though. I know how much you want me. I know you love me and I know you want me to be loved, to take me away from the misery of my marriage. I promise you that one day we will be together. Now is not the time, it isn’t quite right at the moment, there’s a family event coming up and it wouldn’t be sensible to drop such a bombshell with that on the horizon, there is a family holiday she booked it and I didn’t know until now but what can I do? I will have to go. I keep the promises coming and the excuses flowing and still you hang on.

I know you wonder why I keep my ‘phone close to me. You haven’t said anything yet but I am not stupid. I can see the suspicion in your eyes when I wake and immediately check my mobile.

“I am waiting for an important e-mail that may have come in from the States overnight,” I explain and issue a disarming smile. You nod. You seem to accept the explanation.

You have complained how you are unable to ever get me on my ‘phone when you ring when I am on my way home. How many times have you left messages asking me to pick up some milk or to collect one of our children from swimming or football only for me to pick the message up too late?

“I need to be available for my clients. They don’t know I am driving home nor do they care; they need to speak to me. After all, if it wasn’t for them we wouldn’t have this would we?” I explain pleasantly sweeping an expansive arm at the large house and expensive furnishings all around us. You nod in acceptance. You understand my work is important. I tell you often enough that it is.

“I wish you would meet me for lunch when I come into town,” you say every week or so. I kiss your forehead and tell you that I wish that I had the time to enjoy lunch with the woman I love but it is a sandwich and a bottle of fizzy water at my desk for me. There are targets to hit. You nod in understanding and tell me that I work too hard. I thank you and my mind drifts to what I will eat in that Thai restaurant I will be having lunch in tomorrow.

“I wish they would leave you alone,” you sigh when I turn away from you in bed after having made love to you. Your hand lingers on my back, wanting to maintain the closeness and the connection as I attend to my ‘phone on the night stand and issue a late night text before placing it face down.

“I know but it saves waking up to a problem,” I say before turning back to you and kissing you as we nestle in our marital bed.

I know you cherish our weekends together when the demands of the working week intrude less on our domestic life. I can sense you looking at me as I sit, phone in hand, a smile of contentment playing across those lips but nowhere near as wide as the smile inside of me as I fire off a tempting and teasing message.

“Just seeing if Dan is available for squash next week. Tuesday night, so I will be back late,” I say across the room by way of explanation, opening up a gap in the week for someone other than you. You smile and nod and return to your book.

“I love you,” I say suddenly and you look up, the devotion and desire burning in your eyes and it seems so familiar almost making me say something, but the thought passes and I wallow in the admiration and love that you send towards me. You have never ceased to do that.

You do not know about her.

She thinks she knows all about you.

Neither of you really know what I am.

18 thoughts on “In Love With A Married Man

  1. Romi says:

    Ending was so powerful. ‘Neither of you really don’t know what I am.’

    I used to be an empath. I was in a relationship with a Narc for 12 years. After the devaluation period, I am changed. I am more selfish now a days. I think I am becoming a Narc.

    1. HG Tudor says:

      You remain an empath. You dial down your empathic traits at certain times owing to the application of your logic. You do not become a narcissist when an adult.

  2. MRK says:

    The resemblance of this article to my story is startling, as is often the case for for many of us. My N told me that he and he wife no longer slept in the same bed together with many references being consistent and actions that supported that. Of course, we all no he is a master at deception. My narc is cerebral and does not seem driven by sex. We were together for 1.5 years and though there was plenty, he was far more content having me as his captive audience. Do cerebral narcs have affairs that are not necessarily sexual? Can inappropriate relationships with women from work (and other places) along with friends and children provide enough fuel without a full on affair? There are many things that happened that make me think he just wants attention and is only interested in sex because it caused me to provide fuel.

    1. HG Tudor says:

      Yes, fuel can be garnered in many different ways and a full-on affair is not always required (it usually happens but that’s a different story).

  3. 12345 says:

    I know this is accurate and the reality of the topic. However, it also makes me physically sick and triggers my need for revenge and exposure more than any other blog entry. I know both might be fruitless but I have the desire all the same.

    I weigh the consequences of both often and ultimately decide each time that neither is worth it… at the moment.

    But, I fantasize about proving to him that while he may call me crazy he has not seen me crazy yet. The option is always there for me to do my best to destroy his cozy 48 year married, eight grandchild life. The cost to me just might be worth it someday.

  4. Diva says:

    I was waiting for my appointment at the dentist and started to read a magazine…….a straight talking business woman was explaining the success of her business and stated that she once spent a few months without a key player in the sales department, because in her opinion the right person had not appeared during the interview process. Her words were…..”It’s better to have a hole, than an arsehole…..because they can put you back for years.” I was reminded of this article whilst reading this one.
    In my own words… will never find or have the right relationship, when the wrong relationship is taking up the space in your mind, heart and life……Diva

    1. HG Tudor says:

      Good observations Diva.

      1. Diva says:

        I learned the hard way…….sometimes there is no better way………Diva

        1. HG Tudor says:

          There is no better way.

          1. Diva says:

            I agree……but I tell my kids that it is better to learn from someone else’s mistakes as opposed to your own……fortunately I have made so many that they will have a thorough grounding……..Diva

    2. narc affair says:

      Hi diva…ty for sharing i love the msg behind the article 👍

  5. Dragonwisper says:

    Now if that is not ever true ! Amazing the games we play. Actors and actresses in a play.
    I would say this is cruel but white lies is all it really is.
    The mistress gets what she asks for – I mean what in the world kind of a woman plays with a married man and thinks she will ever EVER have him. Even if he left his wife, he would cheat on stupid $#@

    Him, obviously use to getting his way, and sadly there are so many of these types of woman out there that he will always get his way.
    As for the wife – I’m sure she knows all about his games, but loves the money instead of him. She probably has a man on the side as well.

    Come, old shit! HellO like really ….

    I enjoy being single and none of them know about any of the others. None of there business. If they ask me to be with only them, I say no or I say “of course you are the only one.”

    I get the games men play. Relationships are just f*&^ ed up messes and I honestly have no idea how you can stay with just one person for so long and not want to taste the pleasure of someone new.
    Nor can I understand how controlling relationships get. I’m free
    and me
    I make no promises right up front so there ya go.
    He can easily lie, too many stupid woman and he is giving them just what they want – admiration / flirt with me.

    He is married, every word out of his mouth is a lie stupid lady!
    god I hate being a woman so days!

    Oh well, good read as always Tudor

    I love you little monster !
    God I love you or do ?

    1. HG Tudor says:

      Glad you enjoyed it.

  6. Jenna says:

    That’s for sure. Neither of them know who u are. I don’t know all my ex’s secrets either.

  7. Yolo says:

    I like this, the name changed but the message is the same.

  8. gabbanzobean says:

    90% word for word how it was for me. And I am still jealous of her. 🙁

  9. nkdwhtguy says:

    This is terrific.

  10. RS says:

    After I found out what he was I wanted to tell her so badly. I really liked Helen and I felt sorry for her… I felt sorry for me. This story is exactly how it was. You are all pigs!!

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