Being in love with a married man fucks with your mind

Being in love with a married man really fucks with your mind!

You can’t stop thinking about him, and the shit thing is, not all those thoughts are happy ones.

I miss him. I wish he would call. I want to see him.
I love it when he holds my face in his hands when he kisses me.
I love it when he caresses my back after we have made love.

These can all very quickly turn into…

Fuck him! Why hasn’t he called? I hate waiting around like this!
I wonder if he holds his wife’s face like that when he kisses her? Does he even kiss her?

OMG I wonder when last they were intimate?
He says they don’t anymore, but how is that possible?
Can I believe him?

Oh my fuck I hate this!
If he calls I’m going to tell him to stop wasting my time!
I can’t do this anymore!!

Are those headlights I see in my driveway?
YES!
Yaaaay! He’s here! He loves me!!!!

Damn I look like shit!
Quick, do something! Anything!
He can’t see me like this!

Freshen up fast, and then act like you’re cool.

Oh I love him so much!!

LATHER, RINSE and REPEAT…
Over, and over, and over again…