I'm a cheater. There's no other word it. I've hurt my husband and family. When my children grow up, they will find out about it. And it will hurt them too. I was only thinking about myself when I did it. I told myself I was lonely, that my husband was too busy for me and when we were together we were always busy on our phones or too drunk. That was a fucking lie I told myself to sleep better at night. Truth is, I fucked up. I got lazy and cold. So I started making excuse sto sit somewhere else and drink... Not to cheat, that was never my intention at first. Then one day, this old acquaintance hits me up and we started chatting about life and whatnot. And from there on, one thing led to another... We'd never meet, just messages.. Then my husband found out. He's hurt, angry. I broke him.. And I just wish I could rewind back time and not have been so fucking selfish...