I care about him.
No, I don’t love him, don’t want him back, don’t want to fuck him, don’t particularly want to ever see him again. But something inside — maybe the on-and-off relationship we’ve had with each other since 2002, its meaning and longevity — still makes me care for him.
But I’ve got a secret. In fact, lots of them.
I know the truth about Kooky Girl. I know things Boy Toy couldn’t even imagine about his present paramour and live-in squeeze. I know things. I’m an excellent researcher and what I’ve found makes me dizzy. And simply because I care about him, I want him to know. I want him to know what he’s gotten himself into (literally and figuratively) because she is lawless. I bet she’s never told him the whole truth about her life. Why would she and ruin a good thing, drive away her Sugar Daddy?
I can’t help it: I care and I want to help. And if HE cared, he knows how to get in contact with me.
A former mistress (26 years, on-and-off) describes the good, the bad, and the ugly of her long-term affair. Conclusion: Affairs aren't necessarily destructive if kept in the correct perspective. Our experience enhanced BOTH our marriages.
That is, until his marriage ended and we began to love each other. When the affair morphed into a relationship, well, that's when it stopped being fun for me. We have now irrevocably split.
Lately I've been writing about the man who took his place in the "off" years of that 26-year-long affair. He was a dynamic sexual partner but we, too, now have irrevocably split.
These are our stories.