The Anatomy of an Affair: Understanding & Avoiding Adultery
The year was 1996 and I was just shy of my 7-year anniversary when the guy that would momentarily steal my heart and body away from my husband invaded my world. He was not a stranger. In fact, he was a childhood crush, nothing more than a blip in the history books chronicling past, meaningless, often laughable, relationships.
I didn’t even really like him all that much when “puppy love” brought us together all those years ago. He wasn’t exactly my type.
This was still true after he reemerged on the scene almost two decades later.
I can recall the first time we had to work together on a project. We were both employed by different nonprofit organizations that were collaborating on a community outreach initiative. As fate would have it, we landed on the same team. Initially, I didn’t talk to him much, but I could see in his eyes that he still had a thing for me. I should not have ignored that huge warning sign, but I did.
I trusted myself to be strong and since he didn’t really float my boat, per se, I figured I was safe. I didn’t think the fact that he was very sweet, a great listener, a wonderful encourager who knew just the right words to ease my tension, and a man that lavished all his attention on me, would wear me down over time. He was not the most handsome man in the world, but he was very aware of his strengths.
I underestimated the power of his charming qualities and paid a dear price for it.
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