Sunday, January 31, 2016 12:03 PM by Guest
I have been with my husband for 11 years. I recently underwent a lot of stress. Lost 70 pounds and my mind. There was one person who had been by my side through all of it. A coworker. He had become my best friend. I could call him at any hour and he would be able to calm me down. I tried to talk to my husband about the issues that were stressing me out but he didn't seem to understand. He saw my losing weight as a good thing. So when I would come home, he wouldn't ask me about my day. Instead he asked if I talked to B (my friend coworker) about everything or should he be expecting me to call him later. Some days I would call B on my hour commute and talk the stress away. Other days B would work the later shift so I had to call him on his lunch break. B really got me. He really understood what I was going through. Even if he didn't always know what to say, he listened and then would say things like "I'm not sure but here's my opinion" so it wasn't a judgement or a command or him pretending to know the right answer for me. It was to give me another view to the situation. This went on for several months. B always asked my opinion on his dilemmas as well. We worked like a well oil machine when we were at work. He's been a mentor as he has 10 years more experience than I do, so I valued our time together.
One day it hit me hard and I was a mess. My supervisor actually asked if I needed the rest of the day off. I declined and just said I needed to work to keep my mind occupied. I called my husband and told him that I was having a very bad day and couldn't shake it. B noticed how bad it was and had asked if I wanted to go out for a drink after work. I told him yes but needed to check with my husband and make sure he knew where I would be and that I'd be safe as I didn't want him to worry. Of course my husband was supportive and told me he didn't mind. B and I went for drinks after work. I ended up getting smashed and could hardly walk. B called my husband to tell him what happened and asked what to do. Husband told him to take me to his house and allow me to sleep it off. B obliged. Once at his apartment, B laid me in his bed and sat at the edge keeping his distance in a respectful manner. We sat and chatted for what seemed like hours but was probably about 30 minutes before I dozed off. I don't know how long I slept because I woke up with him laying beside me asleep.
I tried to be as silent as possibly as I slinked out of the bed and headed to the bathroom. I ended up getting in the shower to hopefully wake myself up. I got out of the shower and wrapped up in a towel. I walked back in the bedroom where he was now sitting up. I apologized for waking him. He said he didn't mind and was glad I was there. He asked me about my day. (As he didn't already know) so I rolled my eyes and huffed a big oh my god. So I jumped on the bed next him and started bitching all over again. He started smiling and laughing at me so I punched him in the arm as girls do. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me over onto the bed. Use your imagination for the rest.
This man has been my everything for 7-8 months. It was one time. I don't feel like there is romance there. It's not weird at work between us. We still talk. He is still my best friend. I love my husband and don't want to hurt him. Do I tell him anyways? I promised myself that I'd never go "get a drink" with B again and of course never be at his place ever again! Was this my fault? I mean I know I'm to blame but what exactly did I do to get here?!