I stayed with him until the fireworks started, promising to return on Wednesday. We have started something, and I am happy about it. I am not thinking about the consequences, or the risks. For now, it is a secret. I am "that woman" and I don't care. I'm taking one day at a time, with room for adjustment.
For those who are worried about me, and think that I am taking the wrong path, I wish you knew what it was like to be in my shoes. P had his chance to bring me home, and lead me away from temptation, but he did not. He did not care. I was just a nuisance to him, as usual. At that critical moment, when I was ready to jump, he failed to grab my hand to pull me back. T was more than willing to catch me, and I'm so happy that he did.
I have spent ten years trying to be the perfect wife to an indifferent man who treats me more like a child than anything else. I have never felt a mutual fondness with him. We have just been going through the motions, together only because of Derek. As for passion, it is not there, and probably has not been there from the start. I have tried in the past, but he would rather sleep in the guest room/office, than to deal with me. I am done trying. It's time to think about myself for a change.
With T, I don't have to try. It comes naturally. Nobody makes me feel the way that he does. There is no other man in this world that I would rather be with. We have mutual love, respect and fondness. He is my best friend, my T (my Trooper), and now my lover. There is no turning back.