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This is not a retelling of my life, but a real confession before you. For 4 years now I have been intimate with the husband of my best friend Anya.
We met Anya at the university and still communicate, we even take our children to the same kindergarten.
Her husband is the most ordinary hard worker. My name is Maxim, he works as a truck driver - I didn’t see anything unusual in him.
I got to know him better during the period when my husband was drinking heavily. I stopped recognizing him. This is what the reduction of the husband at work brought to.
Once, when I came home, my husband began to rage and I wrote to Maxim to come and calm my husband down.
He did not refuse and helped me a lot. My husband fell asleep on the bathroom floor, and I invited Maxim to drink a cup of tea.
The following dialogue ensued between us:
And what did you find in it?
- I do not know. He used to be completely different
- If I were not married to Anya, I would marry you with great pleasure!
At that moment, something snapped in me. All this time I was not myself.
I could not forget Maxim in any way, I thought about him before going to bed, and I saw him in a dream.
After a couple of weeks of such “torment”, he began to call me and made an appointment for me at his home while Anya was on a business trip. I don’t know why, for what, but I came to him
He confessed his love to me, and I answered him in return. It was foolish to deny that I was not in love with him ...
We slept together and now we see each other in secret from everyone ...
I know it won't last long, but what can I do...
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