I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. When River read my tarot I thought it was funny. I’d never have an affair. It was ludicrous. Or so I thought. You see, I’m not attracted to many people(or at least I didn’t think so at the time) and I certainly wasn’t looking for anyone sexually or romantically. I was trying to make friends. I was trying to make connections. I was trying to find ways to make my life a little less boring.
When I started to talk to D it was all my doing. I had started to make a habit of reaching out to people on Nextdoor or Facebook that lived local and seemed to have shared values and interests. It was the most innocent thing ever. We exchanged random messages back and forth, usually he seemed to be travelling, and usually I seemed to be stoned.
We met for breakfast one day to talk about planning a neighborhood game night. I didn’t feel any type of sexual attraction or tension. But later that day when I told my husband that I had leftovers from breakfast, he asked who I went with…and I fumbled. I giggled. And then I lied. I said it was a different guy about a different thing. Why did I lie?
What my mania sounds like 