I've been sleeping with your husband for about three months now. He sneaks around on his way to work, texts me when you're asleep, stays over when you're out of town on business.

He makes me feel deliriously happy and he makes me laugh, most importantly he makes me feel desired. And it's the best sex I've ever had.

In an affair, society tends to judge the "other woman" more than the cheating husband. Home wrecker, man snatcher, mistress, whore. That's me apparently.

In her book The State of Affairs: Rethinking Infidelity, Esther Perel devotes a mere chapter to us. Among her discussions of how damaging affairs can be, how they can destroy families, destroy lives, we rate 18 pages. I don't think that's fair.

Don't hate me. It happened to me too.   My husband left me, probably years before he actually moved out, for another woman. A woman with her own bad marriage. They did yoga together. He swears they never slept with each other but we all know infidelity has many definitions. Shared secrets, a connection, someone who finds you interesting because you're not talking about children and bills and home repairs, someone who makes you feel alive again.

How could she? How could I?

It wasn't planned. I should let you know that I never set out to do this. I've known your husband for about 20 years now. I've never met you. The number of times I've used that as some sort of justification. His life and mine crossing paths here and there, through work. I hadn't seen him for at least 10 years when he contacted me on social media one day after I had posted something about needing help moving to my new home across the city. He had a ute, a bit of spare time, he'd be happy to help.

We swapped a few harmless messages. If you need anything done around the house, he said. If you want to catch up for a beer, he said. How are you, he said.

Article by In an affair, society tends to judge the "other woman" more than the cheating husband. Home wrecker, man snatcher, mistress, whore. That's me apparently.

In her book The State of Affairs: Rethinking Infidelity, Esther Perel devotes a mere chapter to us. Among her discussions of how damaging affairs can be, how they can destroy families, destroy lives, we rate 18 pages. I don't think that's fair.

Don't hate me. It happened to me too.   My husband left me, probably years before he actually moved out, for another woman. A woman with her own bad marriage. They did yoga together. He swears they never slept with each other but we all know infidelity has many definitions. Shared secrets, a connection, someone who finds you interesting because you're not talking about children and bills and home repairs, someone who makes you feel alive again.

How could she? How could I?

It wasn't planned. I should let you know that I never set out to do this. I've known your husband for about 20 years now. I've never met you. The number of times I've used that as some sort of justification. His life and mine crossing paths here and there, through work. I hadn't seen him for at least 10 years when he contacted me on social media one day after I had posted something about needing help moving to my new home across the city. He had a ute, a bit of spare time, he'd be happy to help.

We swapped a few harmless messages. If you need anything done around the house, he said. If you want to catch up for a beer, he said. How are you, he said.

Article by Anonymous culled from The Sidney Morning Herald.