I Was An Accidental Other Woman — Now We’re Happily Married



I don’t have the world’s best track record with men; I’ll be the first to admit that. I’d like to tell you after years of experience, I’ve gotten better at recognizing red flags. Mostly, that’s true. Gone are the days I ignore the signs of abuse on the horizon, thankfully. I’ve worked hard to do the internal work on my own trauma.

Apparently, that wasn’t the case with infidelity.

No one enjoys being cheated on, I imagine. Unless you’re in a cuckold relationship, it’s doubtful you wake up in the morning thinking, “I hope my partner sneaks around today and has sex with someone else.”

By the same standard, I don’t believe most people actively desire to be the person sneaking around with married or otherwise engaged people. I’m sure there are exceptions to that, seeing the number of folks actively engaging in infidelity. But for me, it’s never been my thing.
When 
Damian
 and I first met, I’d been separated from my husband for six months. I was looking for a long-term relationship, but not in any big hurry for it to happen. Damian responded to an advertisement I placed on Craigslist, ticking all the boxes.