I Had an Emotional Affair
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"Here." With tears streaming down her face, Dawn,* my wife of five years, stormed into my office at work and tossed a list on my desk. "I need you to stop at the grocery store on your way home. I have to pick up the kids."
"What's wrong?" I approached her, but she waved me away.
"You never talk to me, and you expect me to tell you what's wrong? Forget it!"
"Dawn, please. Sit down and tell me why you're so upset."
"Not here. Later." She left before I could argue further.
I didn't try to stop her. Dawn knew. Somehow she'd discovered the secret I'd concealed for months. I'd fallen in love with another woman.
Dawn and I had been high school sweethearts. I couldn't wait to marry her. But our marriage soon began to unravel. Close ties to her family, who lived nearby, constantly interfered with our time as a couple. Dawn didn't see the need to separate from her parents and put me first. She ran to them when we had a disagreement. If we went out for dinner and a movie, she invited them along.
Over time, I began to feel like a child waiting to join a kickball team, raising my hand and shouting, "Pick me! Pick me!" Jealousy grew, poisoning our marriage.
In a heated argument one night, I demanded, "If I asked you to choose between me and your parents, whom would you choose?"
Without speaking she answered my question.
Four years into our marriage, Dawn and I had drifted apart. I'd grown weary of being rejected, emotionally and sexually. Her excuses for refusing my sexual advances ranged from fatigue to lack of interest. One night in bed, I massaged her back and legs, knowing it was a turn on to her. She responded with a perfunctory kiss on the lips.
"Not tonight, David. Maybe tomorrow." She rolled over and went to sleep, leaving me dejected and hurt.
Before long we were having sex only once every couple months. I envied my married friends who described frequent, healthy sexual relationships. As my resentment grew, I began to wonder what I'd ever loved about Dawn.
A change of scene
Needing a change, I enrolled in a local community college. I met Stephanie my first semester. We attended several classes together. I learned her father worked for the same company I did, and Stephanie and I both had a child the same age. She was stuck in an unsatisfying relationship with her live-in boyfriend; I was disillusioned in my marriage. We connected instantly, sharing long conversations over lunch, in-between classes, and sometimes even during class.
Second semester, Stephanie and I didn't have any classes together. Deprived of the opportunity to see and talk with each other, we started to chat over the Internet. I also created a new e-mail account strictly for our correspondence.
Our instant messaging began as a way to communicate during class, similar to the way I'd passed notes as a kid. But the sessions grew more frequent, and soon I was chatting while at my job and late at night while doing homework. Our physical separation provided a false sense of security when our conversations and e-mails turned gradually more flirtatious.
Originally published in: Marriage Partnership, 2005, Fall, Page 56
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Angela82
This story is needed for me at the moment but I must say emotional affair is really strong and not easy to avoid. I had the same situation like the writer and I just don't want to stop.
Kitty
The most tragic thing about this story is that he chose the wrong woman. His wife didn't care about his wellbeing until she thought she was losing him, so her "love" is meaningless, and her vows broken. He walked away from a woman who might have given him the love, passion and devotion he deserved, because he wasn't man enough to change his life - and under pressure from people who cared more about maintaining a facade than about his happiness. To cap it all, the poor man is demeaned and emasculated by having to run his every move past a group of people, and is afraid to talk to women at work. Why not just castrate him? We are each gifted with one short life. To waste it by living half a life is to throw the gift back in God's face. "Life to the full"? Hardly. He should have chosen the woman who was in love with him, not the one who'd rejected him. He'd be happier now. His wife would be happier too, once she'd got over the shock and embarrassment (which is all it was). A tragic waste.
Cindy
Thanks for sharing this story... I so needed to read this. I'm currently going through what I think is an emotional affair... I will do my best to end it before it progresses further.
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