Regrets, reflections, and penance (MAY TRIGGER SURVIVORS!)
crisispoint
Registrant
Over the last couple of days, I've been reading some of the stuff the partners here have posted concerning infidelity and it's effects on their relationships. It's been troubling me because there's a part of my past that I've never been proud of, but now I feel really ashamed and grieved over. The funny thing is, though, I've no chance of it ever coming back to haunt me except in my conscense (sp?). Admitting this may change how some of you feel about me, but seeing your pain makes me want to come clean, and maybe stir up some of the brothers who use this as a coping mechanism.
Before I had my repressed memories return, I was curious about homosexual sex and attracted to men (still attracted to men, but that's adifferent story). In order to appease my curiosity, I met men through the internet and had one-night stands with them. I only had two encounters (and if anyone read my post on Survivor Stories, you know how well at least one of them turned out), but they were with married men.
Now, at the time, I now know I was "acting out" with what happened, but it bothered me even then that I was having sex with someone else's partner. Yet I explained it away and rationalized it by reasoning, "oh, it's just sex. I have no intention of falling in love and running away with these guys. I like them and all, but it's only for sex." It's much more than that, I knew then and I know now.
I realize that, while I wasn't the one actively seeking out extramarital sex (I was, and still am, single), I was going out with men who were. These men had wives, probably kids, and I was knowlingly helping them betray their marriage. The one who ended up raping me apparently wasn't much good as a husband either (I fear for his wife and kids now), but she most likely didn't know about her husband's philandering and believed whatever lies he was telling her when we went out with me and other men. The other guy, too.
It's been keeping me up at night, and I feel so dirty. I'm glad I never met their wives or families, but now I wish I could admit what I did to them and apologize. I'm so heartbroken over what I did to them that I could cry. I have cried, because every time I read one of the stories here about affairs, I remember I did that to someone I didn't even know.
Will this change some opinions about me? I expect it will and I'm sad about that. But I now know what I did to someone else's family, and I have to get this out of my system.
I am sorry for what I did. I wish I could take it back. I'll never do it again, and that's a promise I know I'll keep.
I feel so horribly about this. Please, please forgive me.
Scot
Before I had my repressed memories return, I was curious about homosexual sex and attracted to men (still attracted to men, but that's adifferent story). In order to appease my curiosity, I met men through the internet and had one-night stands with them. I only had two encounters (and if anyone read my post on Survivor Stories, you know how well at least one of them turned out), but they were with married men.
Now, at the time, I now know I was "acting out" with what happened, but it bothered me even then that I was having sex with someone else's partner. Yet I explained it away and rationalized it by reasoning, "oh, it's just sex. I have no intention of falling in love and running away with these guys. I like them and all, but it's only for sex." It's much more than that, I knew then and I know now.
I realize that, while I wasn't the one actively seeking out extramarital sex (I was, and still am, single), I was going out with men who were. These men had wives, probably kids, and I was knowlingly helping them betray their marriage. The one who ended up raping me apparently wasn't much good as a husband either (I fear for his wife and kids now), but she most likely didn't know about her husband's philandering and believed whatever lies he was telling her when we went out with me and other men. The other guy, too.
It's been keeping me up at night, and I feel so dirty. I'm glad I never met their wives or families, but now I wish I could admit what I did to them and apologize. I'm so heartbroken over what I did to them that I could cry. I have cried, because every time I read one of the stories here about affairs, I remember I did that to someone I didn't even know.
Will this change some opinions about me? I expect it will and I'm sad about that. But I now know what I did to someone else's family, and I have to get this out of my system.
I am sorry for what I did. I wish I could take it back. I'll never do it again, and that's a promise I know I'll keep.
I feel so horribly about this. Please, please forgive me.
Scot