My Married Man

My deepest, darkest secret is I am in love with a married man. Letting him in with the pretenses of being just a friend, I quickly fell in love with everything about him. He was the most charming, loving, supportive and hardworking man I ever met. During our courtship, he often dropped clues about his living situation. I told myself he is only looking out for his ex-wife because his heart and soul belongs to me. There was no way Mr. Prince Charming could still belong to another through marriage. Not being invited to family events or graduation celebrations, red flags flew higher than my love for him. My heart won the battle my mind was so willing to lose. I pretended each day my newly founded relationship was one to last forever. Slowly, I noticed there were others riding this express train of love with us. The other passengers looked so differently than me but wore the same expression of love for my married man on their faces. Could it really be anyone could get a ticket on my love train? As the tickets began to pile up on the shattered floor of my expectations, my selfishness took over my senses. I didn't want to share my married man with any of them. With less time spent on me and our conversations, I could only assume there was more time spent on them and their conversations. I picked up my pride, brushed off my ego and ran out the back door with all of my unresolved hurt and anger. It's sad to say, almost a year later of not riding my love train; I am still in love with my married man.