Well, let me clarify: I have no shortage of “dates”. I have an outgoing personality and seem to be asked out a lot…I guess I must be in reasonable shape because NOBODY can guess I’ve even had four kids, or that I’m even 34 (I get asked out by guys in their early 20s- I feel like I should read them a story and tuck them into bed… we usually go on a few dates, everything is going wonderful… I’m not talking about church bells, but just to an actual relationship. I am sick of being treated like a piece of ass, and treated like I must be desperate because I have kids. I call it ADDICTION because that is what it really is. Two years later we are still very addicted to each other. I never believed you could have such incredible sexual chemistry with anyone, especially two years in. I have uploaded three different photos for my matches to see, but I’ve made them available only after reaching Open Communication.I decided that if a woman got to know me on the inside, she might not mind my looks so much.
Among its many characteristics are obsessive thinking about that person, changing things about yourself to please that person, and perceiving anyone who stands between you and that person as an enemy. Those in limerence generally feel that no one else possibly can understand what it feels like because there is nothing else close to it in our emotional experiences.
I’ve been in a terrible relationship before and honestly now, I’d rather be alone than with the wrong guy.
I believe I have a lot to offer – I am caring, kind, warm, loyal and intelligent. I am not looking for a father for the boys; they have one.
I hang in because the pain at least has some joy as I am still with him.
All of this to continue this relationship which I am addicted to.
Perhaps the best advice you can give someone about having a relationship with a married man is telling her not to even start. He made me feel alive, like a real woman, beautiful, loved and the sex was out of this world.