by Karen Nunn

Created on: September 18, 2009

Being the other woman was never my intention. The pain, anger and sorrow I had caused was my fault and I accept that. If I had it to do over I would have done things differently to not cause so much pain but as for the end result, I would not change it. At the time I was going through the break up of my marriage and being diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. My husband was forcefully removed from our home by Law Enforcement and went to a couple that we were friends with to see if he could stay there. Going through testing to determine the diagnosis of MS was devastating and I felt that I could not let him go even though he was an abusive person and I needed to get away from him. I would call our friend's home where he was staying and he would never talk to me but my friend's husband would always take the time to calm me down, tell me it would be alright and offered his help if I ever needed it. Through my loneliness and desperation I found myself calling their home to talk to my friend's husband more and more. Soon I found I didn't want to talk to my husband anymore as he was not as supportive as my friend's husband.

I had an opportunity to move into a house and remembered my friend's offer of help. I asked him if he could help me move and being the kind hearted person he was said yes. After we got everything moved in I offered to buy pizza and he agreed to stay. It was a very innocent dinner but the feeling of having someone there for me was a very comforting feeling. Over the next few weeks we found ourselves hanging out more and more. His Wife worked during the day and he worked nights so his days were free. I was not working any longer due to my health and after I took my kids to school I had my days free too. There were concerts that he wanted to attend that his wife wasn't interested in and invited me to go with his wife's permission. It was a couple of months later after one of these concerts that our relationship went to the next level.

After the concert we parked and were just talking when he told me he was starting to have feelings for me. I was starting to have these feelings too but kept trying to deny them to myself. I was going through a divorce and still technically married and he was married. How could I ever break up a home like that? She was my friend and trusted me. I felt so overwhelmed by all of these feelings and thoughts that I tried to stop seeing him. I went out with a couple of other people to try and shake these feelings but I couldn't.

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