Savage Kitten
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I wanted to comment on Angel's thread, but not really on the contents of it. I wanted to see, or be shown, another view of her thread title. Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough And perhaps even bring some of my own light to the topic.
Some background info:
*I am 31yrs old, was with a man 11yrs, 10 of that as his wife. During that time, and before, I never knew how it truely felt to love someone.
*Next month, it will be a year since I first got involved with a married man. (I'm not saying it was morally or even emotionally right but please hear me out) At first it was just a friendship. He was a sweet, romantic, type of guy. This was his first marriage and her 2nd. She had a child from the previous marriage and they had one together. She totally controlled that man. He came to me many times with his troubles at home, wanting a woman's point of view, wondering what he did wrong, why he couldn't please her. My heart ached for him. I wanted him to see what a special guy he was. Wanted him to know that he deserved to be treated better than he was by his wife. I complimented him, praised him, noticed the little things. During the 4 months of our affair we had intercourse 3 times. Mostly because our time together was so limited but, also because I really enjoyed making him feel good.
Giving a friend so much care and special attention the inevitable was bound to happen. I fell in love with him. For the first time in my life I actually knew what love was. I think, the love I have for him was the purest kind. It was a love without conditions. I didn't have to trust him, he had no obligations to me. There were no jealousies or judgements. He never asked me to love him, or lead me to believe he would ever leave his wife. He never promised to love me in return.
Without effort or care for gain, he allowed me to love him. Since then my eyes have been opened to the possibility that "love" affords. Before I loved him, I never really knew what "loneliness" was. I didn't know how it felt to have my heart swell with emotion. I can't tell you how sad it makes me that I didn't know how to "love" my own husband.... how much I wish he would have allowed me to love him the way my friend did.....
Now I ache and crave for a man of my own. A friend, a lover, someone I can trust with my heart, someone I can love.
So Angel, sweetheart, looking through my eyes, I don't see how love can't be enough?
Some background info:
*I am 31yrs old, was with a man 11yrs, 10 of that as his wife. During that time, and before, I never knew how it truely felt to love someone.
*Next month, it will be a year since I first got involved with a married man. (I'm not saying it was morally or even emotionally right but please hear me out) At first it was just a friendship. He was a sweet, romantic, type of guy. This was his first marriage and her 2nd. She had a child from the previous marriage and they had one together. She totally controlled that man. He came to me many times with his troubles at home, wanting a woman's point of view, wondering what he did wrong, why he couldn't please her. My heart ached for him. I wanted him to see what a special guy he was. Wanted him to know that he deserved to be treated better than he was by his wife. I complimented him, praised him, noticed the little things. During the 4 months of our affair we had intercourse 3 times. Mostly because our time together was so limited but, also because I really enjoyed making him feel good.
Giving a friend so much care and special attention the inevitable was bound to happen. I fell in love with him. For the first time in my life I actually knew what love was. I think, the love I have for him was the purest kind. It was a love without conditions. I didn't have to trust him, he had no obligations to me. There were no jealousies or judgements. He never asked me to love him, or lead me to believe he would ever leave his wife. He never promised to love me in return.
Without effort or care for gain, he allowed me to love him. Since then my eyes have been opened to the possibility that "love" affords. Before I loved him, I never really knew what "loneliness" was. I didn't know how it felt to have my heart swell with emotion. I can't tell you how sad it makes me that I didn't know how to "love" my own husband.... how much I wish he would have allowed me to love him the way my friend did.....
Now I ache and crave for a man of my own. A friend, a lover, someone I can trust with my heart, someone I can love.
So Angel, sweetheart, looking through my eyes, I don't see how love can't be enough?
