Hi I am Sandra I have been married for 22 years now. Ron and I have two great children a daughter and a son. Our marriage is not always perfect but a work in progress is what I like to tell people. Our lives together have been good, the longer I am married to Ron the more I love and respect him. If you looked at our family from the outside about 7 years ago you would not have known that our marriage was rocky. We had learned how to play the roles in public of “loving spouses”. We were trying to work out the issues in our marriage; divorce was not something that either of us wanted.
It was during this time that I became active on Facebook; I first got an account to monitor our children’s activity. Then I found it was interesting to connect with old friends from school and my hometown. About a year after being on Facebook I connected with a classmate “Jim” We visited about high school, growing up, and what had happened to both of us since then.
“Jim” and I then started chatting on the phone all of this was with the full knowledge of my marriage to Ron. At first we would talk occasionally then it was every day. When I talked to “Jim” our talks we never about intimate issues but, just everyday things and the very things Ron was not there to hear due to the fact he was out of town working. When my husband was home I would talk to “Jim” with him in the room I did not feel as if I had anything to hide. Looking back now I can see that I had engaged in an emotional affair with “Jim”, with my marriage being rocky, I did not feel connected to Ron anymore. I let “Jim” take that place.
After about 6 months of chatting with “Jim” he started talking about how he had missed our last class reunion and wanted to come home and get together with classmates and would I help him with that, I agreed. The plan was set and he was going to fly to South Dakota in June. He then said he did not have much money and could he stay with Ron and me. We discussed it and decided that “Jim” could stay with us.
“Jim” flew in and I picked him up, I was shocked, I was physically attracted to him. I knew right then that before he left I would have sex with him. We went back to my house met Ron and they got along great; what a dilemma. I was stuck, the man I had been married to for so long, did I want to give that up for lust. I decided I could have sex with “Jim” and never tell Ron. That was my plan. To quote Robert Burn “The best laid plans of Mice and Men often go away”.
“Jim” flew in, our classmates got together and every chance I had I made it known to “Jim” that I was willing to have an affair with him. Ron had to go back to work and would be away overnight. Before Ron had married he asked if I would be okay alone in the house with “Jim”. I said I was not sure that night Ron called from work and asked should he come home; I said no.
During the time that “Jim” was at our home he responded to my advances and how he wanted to leave his wife. I was so blinded by my carnal lust that at the campout with our classmates when he said he had over 100 partners it did not faze me. I believed what he said on the phone and to me that we would have a new life together, he would make me happy.
That is not what happened “Jim” and I had sex. The next morning I woke up feeling like a new chapter in my life was about to start. However “Jim” did not see it this way; it was just sex there were no feelings involved. He treated me like dirt, could not wait to go to the airport. I was in shock. I asked him are you going back to your wife, yes he answered. What had I done to my life?
“Jim” got on that plane and flew out of my life and he never spoke to me again. I was shattered, we had devolved this relationship over a period of months, over Facebook, the phone, and then he came to my home. I felt so violated, how could he do this to me? My life was over; I knew that I would have to tell Ron the guilt was terrible.
The first person I told was my best friend, and I was not surprised to find out that she was worried the whole time he was at my house. She had thought about coming over that night and confronting me, but something held her back. She felt guilty for not stopping what she knew was coming.
We talked about how I would tell Ron, I told her I did not think I could tell him, but the guilt was eating my alive. When I talked to Ron on the phone he knew something was wrong but, not what it was.
I had to call my psychiatrist who is not only my doctor but also a friend. I told him what had happened and made an appointment for Ron and I. I still had not told Ron because it made me physically ill and the doctor ended up telling him. Ron reacted in anger, who could blame him? I had violated the most sacred trust of our marriage and for what? nothing. We drove home in stone cold anger. Our children were terrified they knew something bad had happened just not what.
When we got home we sent the children to bed and Ron let loose. I remember how he shook with anger and wanted to know how I could have betrayed him. I was still struggling to answer that.