Months ago, on a business trip, a female co-worker and I attempted to meet up with others for drinks, but when everyone else bailed, we decided to still go out. After multiple rounds of drinks, barhopping, and great conversation, I realized we had an intense connection. We had all the same interests, the same sense of humor, and we both really enjoyed the other’s company and quirkiness. It was like meeting the other half of me that I didn’t even know had been missing.
After the business trip, we continued to talk and meet up for drinks. The feelings got stronger and I shared information with her that I had never told anyone. I felt I could be my genuine self with her, which is a feeling that I have not had in a long time. The way she looks at me still gives me chills as I write this.
Great, right? Well, yes, but I’m married. With a daughter. And another baby on the way. (My co-worker is single with no kids.)
I have never been truly happy in my marriage. Yes, there were times when I was happy, but not truly happy. My wife and I broke up prior to getting married, because I recognized that I wasn’t happy back then, but we got back together shortly after because I felt guilted by family and friends. We have been together since high school, so I don’t think I truly knew how connected two people could be until I met this other woman. I compare my marriage to vanilla ice cream. It’s good until you’ve had Rocky Road, then wow! I was content in my marriage. I have a good life, good job, nice house, and all the things that come with that. But now I feel like there’s more out there.