To get this thread kind of back on track...
Yes, I did have an emotional affair that lead to a breakup and marrying the man I was having an emotional affair with. Like all of these situations, it was incredibly complex. In a nutshell, my partner had debilitating depression and I had undiagnosed mental health issues. We had been together for five years, and were living together, but in the last 6 to 12 months of our union we were more like housemates than actual partners. He spent his time working, sleeping and gambling online. I was in the midst of changing careers and suffering from crippling anxiety. I could feel my partner pushing me further and further away. He was critical of my friends, my choices and me. I began to isolate, with the exception of visiting my parents almost daily because I felt safe there. I'm not blaming him, just painting the picture of how lonely I was. I knew deep down that he wanted to end things. I did too. We were both scared I think. Anyhow, I met my now husband through my parents. Let's call him Steve. He was a friend of theirs and we just clicked. We share many interests and I could talk to him so easily. I knew he liked me and he was single but he was extremely respectful. It was me who pushed the boundaries. I got his phone number and began texting him. Just harmless chitchat that did begin to border on flirtatious. One night my partner went out and didn't invite me when usually he would have. I got upset and drove to my parents and Steve was there. I suggested we pop down the pub together for a bite to eat and a beer. I got very drunk, pashed him and then vomited everywhere. I felt so angry and disgusted in myself. The next day, I called Steve and told him I was sorry, it was a mistake and that we were friends but nothing more. I resolved to stop messaging him. The next few weeks were miserable. He was all I could think about. I stopped communicating with him, stopped going to visit my parents so often in case I bumped into him. I threw myself into work, and being a loving partner. Then, one cool Spring evening, my partner and I went for dinner with my parents. We bumped into Steve (they live in a small town lol) and it was akward. My partner had already accused Steve of having feelings for me prior to our drunken kiss, which Steve denied. On the drive home, my partner said he suspected I had feelings for Steve and asked me to leave. I was shocked, relieved, heartbroken. I did leave, the next day. Moved back home with mum and dad. My mental health deteriorated, I had to reduce work hours. Throughout it all, Steve was there. As a friend. He never pushed for more until I made the first move (mostly sober, no more vomit lol). Ten years later, we're still together.
Would I enter into another emotional affair? No. Because Steve and I are almost embarrassingly honest with each other about everything. I get regular crushes on people which we talk and laugh about. He has his own crush on our hairdresser. I think I fell into an emotional affair because there was something severely lacking in my previous relationship that neither of us were mature enough to address. The entire saga, and the aftermath was so incredibly draining. I won't ever judge anyone in an emotional affair though because there are so many layers to every situation.
Sorry for such a long post
