And it was harmless, until I fell in too deep and wanted more than his messages.
And so our long-nurtured virtual affair became real.
I just don’t feel comfortable for a man to do this.” She continued: “I have said I don’t have any issues with him bathing our son as well, he’s a boy.” “I just believe that girls should be getting washed by their mothers and boys get the same from their fathers.” “It’s just got to do with the fact that mom and daughters have the same parts, same goes for men and their sons.” The woman went on to explain that her husband was offended by the suggestion but that it was just how she has always done things.
We would meet in hotels, have sex – mindblowing sex - and then the realisation that what I was doing was irrevocably wrong would set in.
Taking my online affair offline was my big mistake, a transgression too far.
I began writing everything down, to help make sense of it, first for myself, then for others.
It's taken me a good while to fully come to terms with what I've done, to understand how easily I fell into the previously unknown world that I would regrettably come to prefer to the real one.
Luckily, after only a short time apart, my husband came back to me, willing to try to put us back together and realising, in all this, he had had a part to play too.
Some people can handle guilt well, and can happily juggle more than one life.A mother has sparked outrage online after she explained that she wasn’t comfortable with her husband bathing their daughters because they “have different body parts.” The Australian woman, whose identity we are keeping anonymous, posted her thoughts on social media, where she explained why she felt dads shouldn’t wash their young girls.Originally reported in the Mail Online, the woman wrote: “So hubby is upset with me because I have told him that I don’t [want him to] wash our two daughters in the bath or shower.I told no one, immersed and isolated in my secret life. In moments of fleeting clarity, I wanted to understand what was happening to me. Was it just my marriage problems, or was there something deeper causing me to behave that way?I met all sorts of people, from all over the world, older and younger, and each seemingly as desperate for a true connection as I. Should I be blaming my mother, or my – mostly absent – father for feeling that something was eternally missing? I was born to a woman that didn't much want children, and who fell foul to postnatal depression a good couple of decades before the term was even coined.And for a while at least, it all felt harmless and innocent, and fun. My father leaving didn't help, and for the first six months of my life I was placed with a notional "auntie", a family friend who became my surrogate mother throughout my childhood.