I admit to being the cheater. At the time I did not fully understand why I did it. When I look back on it now I see a girl who was the tenth child and no secret was made that so many children were not desired. My father's favorite expression was "If it were not for all these damn kids...."
I grew up to marry a man who grew up with an alcoholic, emotionally abusive father. He followed in his foot steps. We of course became JWs. That way I could really have my self esteem stomped into the ground. I had never felt loved and he did not know how to love. The affair was a desperate attempt to feel loved. It did not work. Of course I was disfellowshipped and everyone felt sorry for him. They did not have any idea what went on behind closed doors. We went to counseling. After a few sessions they said they only needed to work with him. He really did not realize that how he was treating me and our son was wrong. He made a lot of changes and we worked on the marriage. Today is our 39th anniversary. We are out of the Org. Things are not perfect, but neither of us regret staying together. Our son married and we have 3 beautiful grandchildren.
Do I regret the affair? You bet I do! Something had to give, though. I do not know what would have eventually happened if I had not had the affair.
I did not have the affair for the sex. That part really did not even interest me. It was the part where I felt cared about, where I did not feel like everything I said was stupid and that I could never do anything right. That changed me forever. Over the years my self esteem grew and my preception of myself changed. No one else has the ability to control me or how I feel about myself anymore.
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