Good day to all....
My story began not so long ago. I met my future husband several years ago. I was 20 years old, he was 23. It was love at first sight. We met for a week, he proposed, We got married, we had a daughter. Let me tell you right away, he is a wonderful family man, a caring father, he loves me, but very rarely expresses it emotionally. After giving birth, we became less close, the child is small, and I didn’t look my best, to put it mildly. So it seemed like our life wasn’t bad.. We have a family friend, if possible That’s what to call him, More precisely, he’s my husband’s best friend. He often visited us, but other than hello, how are you, our communication was no different. He worked in another city. It all happened at the beginning of last year, after moving back he began to visit us quite often. I never looked at him as a man. He is not handsome, my husband is much more attractive, I never liked his lifestyle our friend (Sasha) and how he communicates with girls. And then something inexplicable to me happened. I was in the hospital with the child and it was already the day of discharge and my husband could not come to pick us up, he asked Sasha to come. Sasha took us home, helped me carry my bag, and as I closed the door, I caught his gaze on me, incomprehensible and strange to me. After that, we rarely saw each other, but I began to look at him like a woman looking at a man, and not like a friend looking at a friend. But everything passed quickly and I forgot about it until the next meeting. Summer came and Sasha invited my husband and me for a walk, we went to the bar, sat and chatted nicely and went to our house at home, the gatherings continued with jam and tea, we chatted and laughed. My husband went to bed, Sasha and I sat in the kitchen and continued talking, We always shared our problems with each other, our victories with everyone. After talking all night, we finally went to bed. In the morning, my husband went to work. I woke up, my daughter was still sleeping, I went to wake up Sasha. With the words weirdo, wake up, I I started to wake him up, waking up and saying that I was a terrible person, Sasha grabbed me by the leg and threw me on the bed and hugged me. I’m in shock, because I didn’t expect this, - your heart is beating strongly, he said. It’s beating because of that I'm shocked. What are you doing??
I just want to hug you...

I got up and went to make coffee. Sasha came and we sat down to drink coffee. He - I’m just like that, I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I said, come on, forgot everything was fine. After that we didn’t see each other for about 2 weeks. Then Sasha came to visit us. And we again found ourselves in hugs... and this went on for quite a long time, about a month, we hugged and chatted, it was
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no kisses, no intimacy. We joked with him and said that this was very strange. The next month, at the next moment of our embrace, he kissed me... and that’s probably where it all started. There was no intimate life with my husband. But Sasha is different He
gentle, affectionate, caring. We couldn’t sleep for a long time, as soon as it came to this, he couldn’t then I. We felt that we were betraying a loved one, but we were drawn to each other. And it still happened. We felt good together and At the same time, I felt very bad that I was cheating on my husband, that I was betraying him. I was looking for an excuse for myself.
that my husband could also cheat on me. There were reasons to think so... and I simply didn’t have enough affection and care from him, and endless conversations on this topic did not give any results.... So 6 months passed. Sasha and I were like schoolchildren in love hiding in the corners. He never said that he loved me. But I felt that he had some feelings for me. He affectionately called me a little girl. He and I agreed that when our obsession ends, we will still communicate. But after he didn’t come to the meeting on my birthday. And now for 2 months he hasn’t answered calls or letters. We stopped communicating. I call him, he doesn’t answer the phone, and my mind has become clouded, I’ve become obsessed with him. I call, write I ask him to simply explain the reason for leaving, why?? he didn’t explain anything, he just disappeared. I understand that we cannot be together. Because I will never destroy a family, a child must have a father. I understand that I treated my husband like the last woman who betrayed him, although he doesn’t know anything, but I’m disgusted by all this. I don’t know why I continue to write to Sasha, because he’s everything - still doesn’t answer. It’s so disgusting in my soul, I really want to heal from this addiction, but I can’t, I constantly think about him, about what happened, I go over that day before he disappeared, every minute, second, I remember every word , why did he do that... Everything is aggravated by the fact that I communicate very well with his mother, and of course I’m interested in how Sasha is doing. Sasha stopped communicating with many people, went headlong into business. He told her that he was in a relationship. What’s his name throw it out of my heart, get over it, forget not to write and call into emptiness......Knowing myself, if he had come and said everything directly honestly, I would not have called or written to him and we would have just quietly parted ways, time would have passed and we would have become communicate as before when they were just friends, but without saying or explaining anything.... it’s a shame that the person did this.
Sorry for the confusion of the text, it’s just a real mess in my head, it seems to me that my mind has gone to a psychiatric hospital