Dating someone on the same floor
So honestly, when I heard the phrase 'one-night stand,' I would equate it with weakness and often thought, 'ugh, I would never stand to be treated like a .' Fast-forward to nine months ago, when I found out my husband was having an affair, and let's just say that my perspective is slightly reformed.What was once the happiest relationship in my life quickly turned into a nightmare.Let's see what happens." Before I knew it, I was in line behind him at the bar and the conversation flowed from there.Maybe it was the effortlessly easy conversation we had, the romance of the setting we were in (full moon, bright stars, crashing waves), or even just the fact that I had been lonely for months. This man acted like a total gentleman, and I didn't feel like the "piece of ass" that I had always associated with one-night trysts. I felt for the first time in months…possibly years.I realized I had become an adult while his maturity level was the same as when we were 20 years old.I was expected to do the cooking, the cleaning, pay the bills—everything. While I was invited to black tie events and charity fundraisers, he was happy playing beer pong at the local dive bar.Two months later, though, I found myself walking out to a secluded part of a beach with a man I had just met at my best friend's wedding.I didn't quite know what I was about to do, but over the last few months I had learned to embrace the idea that doing whatever made me happy was perfectly okay—and that included exploring my sexuality in a new, uninhibited way.
And what's worse, he was unable to communicate and completely shut down whenever things got tough.
Sleeping with this man gave me the physical separation I had needed from my ex, the final cut to the tie we had shared..