I decided to start this blog in addition to my other one…. I wanted one just about my married man. Nothing to do with my husband and our issues. Just one about my affair. I feel like a lot of my readers of my other blog didn’t comment or read or care too much about my life at home…. they wanted to know about my affair, my choices, my feelings and my situation of loving a married man. So I decided to have one blog that I write about everything and one blog that I write about the most amazing nearly two years I have ever known. No man made me feel the way he did. No man has ever listened to me the way he did. No man has ever made me blush, smile and laugh the way he did. I just don’t get it. Why people come into our lives when they do? Post by post my, our, the story will unfold. Maybe someone will see that I am human. I don’t want to say I didn’t know what I was doing was wrong, I just at the time was so sad and so hurt and so needing to feel love and be loved that I didn’t care. I truly had intentions of only keeping it online which we did for just over six months… it just grew… got to be too much… too many feelings. I listened to my heart and not my head. Do I regret my actions? Yes and no. I regret hurting his wife. I regret letting his kids down and affecting the friendship our kids had (get this), together. I regret not upholding my commitment to my husband and ending it the ‘right way’ being that it is truly bad enough to do so, even before my affair. I regret not kissing him goodbye one more time because I didn’t know the last time I saw him would be the last time I’d see him. But I do not regret the time. The love… the feelings… the experience. It truly was the best love I have ever known/felt. And you will never convince me that it was anything else… Two years of sharing. Two years of excitement to share what we were going through, what we were experiencing together, two years of laughter, two years of emotions that can’t be described. Those feelings, those emotions, just don’t go away.