So yeah, obviously I am the other woman.
My story began about 3 years ago. I am married. He is married. Mutual sex is what it started as...our relationship has matured into a deep and true love.
He has told me from the beginning that he will not abandon his children. He has two, 15 and 16 years old. I cannot begrudge him that; he is trying to do the right thing.
He spends most of his free time with me. He has to pick his battles...spending time with the kids or with me. It's not an easy decision for him. Basically it's neglect the kids or neglect me. He does not want to do either but his strong belief to be there for the kids makes him have to decide which is more important. We agree that the kids take precedence over me....for now. And surprisingly I am ok with that. He decided that he is going to leave her after his oldest goes to college in two years regardless. Not naive enough to believe that, so don't worry. But i have made up my mind to at least stick it out for the time being. He sacrifices so much for me. Too much to list here. Actions speak louder than words and he shows me every day that he is serious about us.
If I grow tired of the waiting game then maybe the guilt will surface. But right now I am not feeling an ounce of guilt for what we are doing. He proves to me every day that he is mine, not hers. The circumstances will change and soon we will be able to have the open relationship we are meant to have. Until then, I am and will remain "the other woman".