Day #1
His name, is Joe.
I have been married, for exactly a year today.
He's been living with the woman he is with for over three years.
I have a son with my husband.
He has a son with her.
Naturally, neither of us have a remote desire to break apart homes by leaving the people we care for, or disturbing the lives of our children, so we sit as is, our emotions undeniably unsettled toward each other.
The first of the underlying affection finally surfaced today.
Mostly harmless flirtations.
First of it came when I leaned into the front seat of his jeep to reach for some fries from the McDonald's bag while my husband was in the McDonald's.
He gave my rear a smack, and I blushed and lifted my rear to him to beg for another, and he gave me another.
Rest of the day was mostly non eventful, until.. until I got out of the car to go home, when we were at the trunk rearranging strollers and swapping diaper bags etc and my husband was unbuckling my son... he reached back, and let his fingers graze my butt slightly and trace my hand for a moment.
That was it. Such minuscule things in the big aspect of things, but such excitingly intense things with the amount of restraint and anticipation previously clouding our interactions.
I have been married, for exactly a year today.
He's been living with the woman he is with for over three years.
I have a son with my husband.
He has a son with her.
Naturally, neither of us have a remote desire to break apart homes by leaving the people we care for, or disturbing the lives of our children, so we sit as is, our emotions undeniably unsettled toward each other.
The first of the underlying affection finally surfaced today.
Mostly harmless flirtations.
First of it came when I leaned into the front seat of his jeep to reach for some fries from the McDonald's bag while my husband was in the McDonald's.
He gave my rear a smack, and I blushed and lifted my rear to him to beg for another, and he gave me another.
Rest of the day was mostly non eventful, until.. until I got out of the car to go home, when we were at the trunk rearranging strollers and swapping diaper bags etc and my husband was unbuckling my son... he reached back, and let his fingers graze my butt slightly and trace my hand for a moment.
That was it. Such minuscule things in the big aspect of things, but such excitingly intense things with the amount of restraint and anticipation previously clouding our interactions.