I didn't know he was married when we met. I hear people snicker when i say that. How could one not know another was married.

The truth is, he found me on a dating site. His profile was articulate, his picture proudly displayed and after our initial contact, which was a question to me wondering if I was looking for a serious relationship, he seemed like a wonderful, interesting and available man.

After some time of emailing we finally found a time when we both could meet and we did. For some inexplicable reason, although not immediately physically attracted to him, I found him unusually attractive to me. When we met I instinctively greeted him with a hug and that was unusual for me.

Our initial date ended up lasting 12 hours and within a few days, we were inseparable and we eventually fell deeply in love. We were together night and day when neither of us were working. We went to restaurants all over the city and snuggled, walked the malls and shopped the grocery stores hand in hand. Although I had been to his house a few times, we spent most of our alone time at my house, my son was younger than his children and it was not as far out of town as his. There was absolutely no reason for me to believe he was anything but free and available.

His family day was Sunday and I respected that, but there were even some Sundays we spent time together and he called and emailed numerous times a day. We laughed, played and loved and our relationship turned out to be more than I could have ever asked or wished for.

That was of course, until the Saturday night I decided to head out to his place unannounced and found his wife in his bed.

He was not home when I arrived so I decided I would go crawl into bed and wait for him and when I walked into his bedroom, I saw a woman in his bed. One cannot imagine my shock as I indignantly asked who she was! I don't imagine one could imagine her shock either when she responded with "Who are you and what are you doing in my house"?

It suddenly occurred to me that this was his estranged wife who now lived in a neighboring city and she must be home to visit with her children (18-26) and so that is how I responded. "Oh, you must be *, are you here to visit the kids"?

It was then she screamed, "What are you talking about? This is my home" and the stark reality of the situation finally dawned on me. I am sure there was not one other piece of information out there in the world that would have shocked me more.

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