Married Woman Seeks Affair

The shit thing about being married to a nice guy is everyone likes him and everyone thinks you're a bitch. My husband is nice. My husband is so nice, every time someone meets him they love him, he has a plethora of friends and comes across as a perfectly normal lovely person. Little do people know he actually is a dick and hates everyone but that's another story for another time.

Anyway, when I got sacked from my full time job and stormed home crying and deciding now was the time I was going to start studying full time, leaving us financially stretched, of course, my nice guy husband was perfectly nice about it. He was supportive and caring and encouraging and just... I'm not going to say it again because you can guess. He's an angel, he's perfect and should be up for an award and I'm selfish and a lazy layabout. So anyway, I started studying. I went to college and I came home moaning about how old I was compared to my classmates and I complained about the long assignments and my frustration that I was never going to achieve what I ultimately wanted. He sympathised and understood but I felt sort of isolated. I felt like a student because I was and I felt like, because he was financially supporting me, there was a barrier between us. He had his work friends and real adults around him everyday then he had to come home to his moaning student wife.

Then a weird thing happened. I met this guy. He was a lazy layabout that drank too much and that no one really liked and was weird. He wasn't a student — just a layabout. He wanted to be a student though so I encouraged him and he went to college, I had a friend! My husband liked him because they both love wrestling and video games and I had someone to moan to about that stuff and go to student nights and drink with, and it was great. There was one problem, though, which is that that guy had a penis. Not such a problem to me or to my husband, but it was to, apparently, everyone else in the world. What I came to find was that if you were married you couldn't be in the same room as another penis without wanting to interact with it.

We got comments and judgement when my friend moved in with us to our spare room. He was, like me, a broke student, so living with us saved him from renting his own place — we had the room, we all got on, it was fine. With us.

This past year, though... college courses, as they so often do... end. And the culmination of our college course was me and my friend going to university. Through a serious of misfortunate events, we both ended up at a really great university at a picturesque location which we love, but... it's like a three hour train ride from our house, and costed a fortune to travel. So we decided to move to a flat near uni for the purposes of study. Not sex.

So, after some frantic flat searching and spending all our money on it, we ended up in a flat near uni. My husband kept living in our home; I would be living in a little seedy, sordid love nest with another man. That's the story you'll get about us, anyway.

The real story is I'm a twenty eight year old woman. I've been married for four years and with my husband for thirteen years. We've been through ups and downs and we're still together. We don't want to live separately and it sucks, but I'm determined that I will do something nice for my husband and get my degree and get a career for us to have a good life. I'm not thinking about an affair or sex or anything remotely in that area. I'm thinking about essays and how to eat as cheaply as I can to save money. You'd think in 2017 people would be a bit more open-minded and understanding but I guess I'm just spoiled because... my husband is really nice.