It Doesn't Take Much...

I was 23 and I thought I had learned the game.  They had just transferred in a new person to my office, he was okay looking, none threatening, cute butt, a girlfriend and he had a bit of a reputation. I seduced him, for fun mainly but now 4 years later  I can't seem to get him out of my life.  This man, let us call him Bob, has become some kind of an addiction for me.  The first couple of months were intense.  We spent almost every moment together.  We had daily rendezvous which at one point I yearned for.  Then he went on vacation and came back engaged.  The news upset me of course but I was ready to move on.  But like any good con-artist he roped me back in.  He 'opened' up to me and told me he cared about me.  He claimed confusion and I prayed that he would chose me.  I waited for him to chose me, towards the end I begged him to chose me.  I got really drunk the day he got married. At that point I had already changed jobs and sworn never to speak to him again but I could help but morn the little hope I still felt. I cried myself to sleep many nights but somehow found myself in a new relationship that made me happy.  I wasn't in love but I had stopped crying.   6 months after Dday ,as I like to call it, he reached out to me.  He showed up at my new job and he kissed me.  With in seconds I was in love again. It didn't matter how hard I tried or  how far I thought I had moved on, he always found a way back in. He told me he still cared and that all of those feelings had come back. At that moment I knew I was in for another great heart ache, but I couldn't stay away. So here I am 27 years old and in love with a married man. I am the other women and I hate myself for it. I love him and I know he does not love me.  I hate him most of the time because loving him has kept me from living my life.  Loving someone else is not even an option for me and I sleep alone while he is trying to have a baby.  I have lost my mind with this man...

PRISSY09 PRISSY09
26-30
Mar 28, 2009