We continue to see each other two days a week, when she’s traveling for work. I’ve tried dating. A very difficult task at 50. One I’m not inclined to continue.
I’ve mellowed in my desire for a life with him. I’ve become settled with the fact he will remain married. He’s chosen his comfortable life with her over happiness with me. He’s chosen 2 days of brief bits of pleasure over spontaneity and pure joy.
More importantly, he’s chosen to chance losing me as his lover, his mistress, his friend.