I love my husband's best friend... Everything is so hard, I'm so confused...

Let me start by saying that I am married and have a child. I love my husband's best friend... it all started almost two years ago.

My husband introduced me to friends, I am a sociable person, I began to communicate with them, we quickly became friends. I didn’t like this person right away, he seemed like a bore and an uninteresting person, my friend once offered to play a joke on him, and I wrote to him (friend) that I like him, I love him.

He somehow calmly reacted, even unexpectedly. He wrote back: "Well, at least someone needs it." Then we began to develop this topic ... he told me that he likes me as a girl, but not very much as a friend's wife ... I was freaking out, offended. He wrote that it was not about me, but about him - he couldn’t do that. In general, he did not reciprocate in any way.

And at one fine moment, I caught myself thinking that I really didn’t pretend to be bored, I only thought about him, it scared me. Before that, I experienced the bitter experience of unrequited love ... but here it was completely different, something stronger than the first love, I myself somehow experienced it even more painfully. It was very painful...

Once we kissed him and rather on his initiative, usually when I tried to kiss him, kissed him, he didn’t start talking to me, as if nothing was happening, but then he kissed ... he later explained it like this: " so that you fall behind, "and I could not be offended by him for a long time.

And then we slept together at all ... then, of course, we quarreled, we decided not to communicate at all anymore. But it looked strange, he constantly talked with my husband, and we had to meet and talk, we won’t explain to my husband and other friends what we did, but I was ashamed to look into his eyes, I was embarrassed because I signed up for this and didn't tell him NO!!! And I should have.

After long discussions and tense communication, we began to sleep steadily. I confessed to him that I love him, told him - and pressed him tightly, realizing that I was doing stupidity, I decided to let him know and come what may. They started arguing again. I do not like strained and tense relationships, communication for me is better than none than this ...

And, somehow I told him that I only need him for sex ... and now I don’t need any love and affection from him ... (I lied, of course ...) He just agreed to have sex until the girl will meet ... and everything seems to suit me, only now he has somehow begun to behave differently ... more gentle, attentive. Usually, guys, if they meet girls for sex, they don't try hard - do the job and walk boldly!

I began to behave coldly towards him: come, have sex and leave almost immediately. And here it’s strange - he wants to talk both before and after, it comes to the point that I kiss him, and he talks ... I told him - they say I didn’t come to talk to you, and he told me - but I want to talk, and no reciprocity does not answer until we talk, we can just chat, fall asleep, wake up, talk and go home.

Why is that??? I can't figure out how he treats me? That he likes me - I just can’t believe it anymore, he convinced me for so long that he had nothing for me. But it’s also impossible to say that there’s nothing at all, his attitude has clearly changed for the better ...

And I don’t know what to think ... my brain is exploding ... I’m divorcing my husband .... but this is a different story, he began to cheat on me, throw tantrums with and without reason, in general, it didn’t work out. By the way, at first I began to sleep with his friend because he openly cheats on me, they come up on the street and ask "it's okay that I sleep with your husband?" In general, I have decent moral concepts, I would never cheat on my husband ...

And there is one very strange case: I can’t sleep with anyone else except with my husband’s friend! (It’s disgusting with my husband after I found out about the betrayal ...) It’s like a disease, I want only him and that’s it, others (including my husband ...) don’t hug, kiss, do everything wrong and the body is not the same and the character is not the same, every little thing is of great importance to me ...

Explain what it is??? Maybe some kind of addiction ... I understand that I will never sleep with him, but I can’t do anything, I can’t with another !!! it comes to tears ... I feel disgusted with myself, even now there was nothing but a friend with anyone. From the fact that I tried to prove something to myself - it's disgusting! I can’t even kiss another - what is there to talk about something more ... how the switch works. No, I don't want to, I can't, it's wrong, I'll wait until I meet a friend. And ashamed, and not right, in my opinion, not to her husband, but it will turn out to be a lover to change even with her husband! I could not even think that it could be so!

I'm so attached to my husband's friend that I don't know what to do, help!!! I have never treated anyone like that in my life. Afraid. I know!! That he will hurt me, but I can not let him go. What should I do????

Can you tell me how you can get out of him - what he feels for me, how does he treat me???? I really need to know, but he is silent, like a partisan!!! He says, if he tells me, it will not be interesting, I have to understand myself ...

He advised me to divorce my husband. But I would have divorced him sooner or later. He (my husband’s friend) is a good actor and, if necessary, can play so believably, well, either I want to think so and he would like to put money on me, he’s just too decent, so he can’t send, I can’t understand, but I want certainty and clarity ... SORRY IF IT'S VERY ROUGH ... If there are errors ... It's just that when I write quickly, it's always like that.

Katusha_ (Russia)

Afraid of public censure? Also past. Who is now ready to defend the moral canons? Just imagine: your work team found out that one of you stole a friend’s wife, they are now well, but the friend is in grief. What then? Comrades' Court? Will they stop communicating with this womanizer, defiantly not shake hands, spit in the face? No, it is quite clear that none of this will happen. Led away and led away, everyone will only be glad that there was a reason for gossip.

Maybe I finally believed in the ancient law prohibiting the destruction of families? Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's wife and all that? Do not make me laugh. As we know, now there are all sorts of families and relationships within them can be anyone who agrees. And therefore, the out-of-context condemnation of the fact of adultery no longer makes sense - you never know what kind of situation there is?

No, rather, I encountered this: no matter how advanced in the matter family relations(in words) your friend may be, and no matter how liberal he may be of the broadest views, if you touch his property (read - his wife), and he will easily return to traditionalist positions, from which it is more convenient to condemn your immorality.

My once close friend Anton offered me his wife Nina. You can't really envy Anton. His wife was a nymphomaniac with a bunch of the most typical unrealized fantasies: to have two men at once, to be tied up and taken by force, and stuff like that. What will you do when it turns out that the mother of your two children dreams mainly about sex, but in such volumes that you clearly cannot do it all? There are few options: you can join swingers - people who constantly change partners on purpose - or agree with friends, which seems more convenient. Nina wanted to have sex with me for a long time, it was evident, but I was steadfast, and I “did not notice” her encroachments. But Anton went on about the desires of his wife, as a result of which the three of us ended up in bed.

You can’t call it group sex: at first, her husband single-handedly and uninventively fucked her, laying her knees up, and then lay down on the side and began to observe my actions with a far from relaxed look. I remember that I was very excited, but did not really get pleasure, because a friend watched what was happening through the eyes of a suffering person. It got in the way and ruined everything. And so, the next time Anton offered me to go to them and have sex, I found a reason to refuse. By that time, I had an alternative plan for how to make everyone feel good. I called Nina to a meeting and directly invited her to make love more technologically, without Anton. Nothing prevents us from finally meeting secretly, without the involvement of a spouse who clearly does not like this idea. And our conscience, if it shows itself, we will calm down by the fact that Anton, in principle, does not object to our sexual contacts, since he himself initiated them.

For a while, everything was very beautiful. We met in the Empire-style interiors of the Sovetsky Hotel, rode a motor scooter in an embrace and did not tell anyone anything about our happiness. For a couple of months, the situation did not cause concern, and then everything abruptly and immediately went the wrong way. Nina fell deeply in love with me and noticeably lost interest in her husband. She was even filled with deep rather malice towards him. Events developed rapidly, and one day, first Nina, and then Anton shared the news: the first conversation about divorce took place between them. And at that moment I was quite happy in a relatively new marriage, in the evenings I rocked a one-year-old child. Nina and Anton have a couple of wonderful children, and, as Nina believed, they would remain after her divorce. From these conversations inside, I had a feeling of weightlessness, it was all so terrible: adultery turned into a family drama that is played out here, right in front of you and with your participation.

I did not wait for the development of the plot, considering it best to escape. That is, immediately break off relations with Nina. So hard, so cruel, I have never torn with anyone. It’s hard to remember, but then it seemed to me that this was the only way to prolong their long-term union with Anton. The calculation was that, having survived parting with me, she would not be able to break right away with Anton. And in general, he justified himself. Their family survived, and all its members soon cheered up: Anton was offered a job in Paris. The inspired family went on a business trip abroad, and I began to get used to the idea that everything worked out. But after a short time, under the onslaught of circumstances, the reanimated family idyll shattered to smithereens.

Anton, coming to Moscow on business, intensified relations with an old lover. Nina found out about it almost immediately. And here it is, the long-awaited divorce, now for real and forever. It is customary to furnish the breakup of people who have been living together for a long time with mutual kicks and reproaches: this is how the spouses, apparently, try to justify themselves, explaining to others and convincing themselves that this cannot continue and there is nothing to save here. Well, in this fascinating business, Nina, of course, used the entire stock of "home-made preparations", including a relish tossed to Anton: “Yes, I slept with your best friend for a year!” Anton didn't exactly demand an explanation, he just told me that he knew. What to say in such situations? I murmured - they say, so I thought you knew everything (Nina tried to assure me of this at one time, probably so that I would not worry). Did not help. An attempt to grab the first lie that came across in order to cover up a huge lie suddenly revealed looked absurd, expectedly absurd.

That's all. Since then, Anton and I have not communicated. I feel like a fool. Because (if you leave out everything that concerns pangs of conscience) all I got was 10-15 romantic dates. Because of which I then had to be very afraid for a month (when the question of divorce arose), worry for a couple of weeks about the need for a hard parting with Nina (felt like a monster), then still worry about the fact that Nina did reveal our secret (what a bitch!). Well, apart from all these bonuses, there is also the loss of a friend. I still regret this. But there's nowhere to go, it's his own fault.

What can be said about the experience? It is difficult to make friends and it becomes more and more difficult over the years, but in terms of women the situation does not change. It definitely wasn't worth it. It was not worth it even though I generally got off lightly: their family eventually broke up, but without my direct participation. They didn’t give me a punch in the face, they didn’t even call me a scoundrel. Although I myself know that a scoundrel.

Text: Egor Lokhmachev

No wonder it looks like I was worried. They all returned flushed and happy. And my wife and friends are men. In general, my wife’s T-shirt is already short, it’s pulled up to the navel and she seems to like it unrealistically.

I am a husband, I remember for a long time how my wife, with me and with friends, went fishing. That still fishing, it turned out with my friends. All fishing - fishing. Only fish, we did not catch then ...

My minibus was old then. The beetle was called. Here we are with friends, on this beetle, almost every weekend, we went fishing. My wife was apparently tired of my constant absence and she decided to go fishing with me and with my friends. See what we men are doing there.

Only when we completely arrived at our beloved deserted place, I realized how I got there, big. I understood immediately. Because upon arrival, the wife said that she forgot her swimsuit at home. And not only a bathing suit, but also all other things. I prepared a bag with things and forgot - a fool.

Well, not to return a hundred kilometers because of his wife. Okay, I say. Sunbathe in shorts. We are all grown men. Women in shorts have not seen - or something ...

So I - says the wife - put on a sports suit on a naked body directly. I thought about putting on a bathing suit. And it is, how it happened. I'll have to wear a T-shirt for now. In sports pants, I'm tired already. And my wife took off her pants. But in vain. She had a T-shirt that only reached the middle of her bare, round ass. And for this reason, our fishing began to end.

Especially when the wife bent down, innocently so, by the fire. There is such gold fish I looked out from under my T-shirt that my friends had eyes like crayfish that popped out of their sockets. And the peasants, only now they were staring at my wife, in the hope, apparently, of another one, to look at this fish.

This fish, often peeking out from under my wife's T-shirt and in front, and this dark triangle, put a bold cross on our fishing with friends. My friends, together, rushed to help his wife by the fire to host. Also my friends. They traded fishing for a woman without panties. At least they caught it in the ear - such bastards.

And soon, my friends went to the woods, to help my half-naked wife, to collect firewood. They went, and I stayed like an idiot, fishing. What was left for me to do? He took his wife fishing. Who could have known that this would work out.

My friends, my wife and I were collecting firewood for an hour. I already started to worry. What if they are such bastards, they will start collecting firewood from my wife under my T-shirt. What then? A??? There are no panties on her.

No wonder it looks like I was worried. They all returned flushed and happy. And my wife and friends are men. In general, my wife’s T-shirt is already short, it’s pulled up to the navel and she seems to like it unrealistically. Still, what woman would not like to be the center of attention among men. And all the attention of my friends, only on the charms of my wife was directed.

It all ended with the fact that the wife, heated up by increased male attention, took off her T-shirt and remained in front of us as peasants, in which the mother gave birth. And I tell you, my wife has never looked so seductive as on that fishing trip. I soon dragged her into the forest myself, supposedly collecting firewood.

And even put up with the fact that my wife, in front of us men, walks around naked. But, for fishing with friends, I will no longer take my wife, no matter how my friends ask me.

Or maybe? Who knows? There is something unusual in this, which might be worth thinking about ... But I wonder what is there in the forest, my harlot wife, did with my friends without underwear. This little thought is petty and now it does not give me rest. Firewood then they then for a whole hour, almost did not score. Yes, and my friends and I did not catch fish then. Why did it happen. Yes, maybe my wife is not such a fool as I thought at first. And it was not for nothing that she forgot her panties and things at home. What about guys? Maybe I'm an idiot!!!

Search perfect man sometimes against all the rules is conducted by us in the forbidden territories. What happens when our men's best friends come into view?

It is rare when a man appears in our life alone. We will talk about the scattering of socks and the crowds of the closest relatives, whose names and patronymics cannot be pronounced even by people with speech therapy education, sometime later. Apart from all these troubles stand His Friends. Whether we want it or not really (as a rule, the second option), but we will have to communicate with these womanizers, losers, arrogant people - insert the right word - regularly and, if possible, politely. Find an approach to them, and you can consider that the matter is in the bag. A series of approving remarks “You have a cool one” and “I would like such a wife” - and your gentleman, without noticing it, will begin to whistle the Mendelssohn march. In a word, all these Shreds, Gariki and Zhenya can play an important role in your life. Or maybe more than one...

Imp of Friendship

Sleeping with a friend of your boyfriend (in the sense of “just sleeping”, that is, peddling and returning to your original positions: he is a friend, you are a beloved woman) is, of course, utter rudeness even by female standards. And in "adult" life this is not too common. In adolescence - easily, drunk or caught under a hot hand. The options for “checks”, “setups”, “revenges” and other stupid boyish fun are also probably passed by many. But you and I seem to be understanding and serious people. That is why, when an affair with a best friend happens, he is destined to be serious.

If you have a permanent man who can read this article inadvertently, it is better to close this page as soon as possible, in no case link to it on your personal blog and rub your visit log. In general, in any legal way, do not let him know what I'm about to say, otherwise he will be very upset. The fact is that if you are inexorably drawn to his best friend and this attraction is by all indications mutual, then you and him will most likely be together. And you will be happy. After all, in order for the unshakable stronghold called Male Friendship, which is harder than a diamond and more transparent than a baby’s tears, to still tremble, there must be respectable reasons.

Natural selection

In the official language of marketers, the main competitive advantage of the Best Friend is that he really doesn’t think about anything like that, as a rule. After all, as it usually happens. You, trying to ingratiate yourself with the male boyfriend's company and earn the definition of "cool", shine with wit, liberal views and culinary talents. A friend who is not particularly happy about your appearance on the horizon (they used to have hockey on Saturdays, and now you have a subscription to the conservatory), on the contrary, behaves naturally - complains about his superiors, does not ask permission to smoke, without unnecessary curtsy scolds your borscht. As a result, you get a rare chance to see a man not in a state of active courtship, when, for the sake of throwing dust in his eyes, he is ready to pretend to be Abramovich, but the way he really is. So, everything is clear with you: if you succumbed to the charm, then it was not by chance, but being in a sober mind and solid memory. That is, the option with an optical illusion and subsequent disappointment, which, as practice shows, destroys most relationships, obviously does not threaten you. A friend will have to approach this issue with even greater awareness. That “male friendship is sacred”, for sure, everyone knows. Somehow it just so happened: while the girls gossip, intrigue and quarrel over the skirt they both liked, the boys are friends. Strong and real, as bequeathed by the musketeers and midshipmen. So if the defendant decides to encroach on a friend’s woman, then only when he is absolutely sure: you are “The One”. Add to this an increased degree of attraction (you don’t need to remind about the taste of forbidden fruits), and the intensity of passions will be such that the explosion of an atomic bomb will seem like a cheerful fireworks with crackers, and the picture will finally become clear. And you choose what to do: admire, recoil in horror or leave your autograph on it.

Lena, 24 years old : “I was born and raised in Samara, and I met Sasha when he came to our city on a business trip. For six months, the gentleman dangled to me almost every weekend, and then said: “That's it, it can't go on like this. I'm taking you to Moscow." And I ended up in an unfamiliar city, which even a year later did not become closer and clearer to me.

The first person I met in a new place was Vanya, Sashkin's childhood friend. It was he who met us at the airport, and then helped me unpack my suitcases: Sasha was urgently called to work that day. Against the background of other friends, dressed up, talkative and incredibly pretentious, he looked the most adequate. Sasha considered him an eccentric and a simpleton, but they had been friends since school days. Sasha was incredibly happy that we quickly found mutual language, and took the habit of asking a friend to go to the cinema with me, then just take a walk. At first it seemed strange to me: I live with Sanya, cook food for him, have sex with him, and I have heart-to-heart conversations with his best friend.

The decision to part with Sasha matured in me precisely thanks to Vanya. No, the romance did not happen, although there was obviously some kind of chemistry between us. The thing is, this guy has become something of a litmus test. Watching how Vanya treats me, I realized what I was missing in Sasha: he turned out to be, to put it mildly, not the person with whom I could live happily ever after. Restaurants, shopping, parties - it was, of course, great. But behind all this tinsel, I did not see a person with whom one could just take a walk in the park or lie in front of the TV set in the evening. I lacked confidence and warmth. What I valued so much in our relationship with Vanya. It only remained to wonder why Sasha himself suggested that I move in with him, since he did not recognize a serious relationship.

Irina, 29 years old : “For three years we worked together with Yegor in the same office, but we were never friends. Nevertheless, they communicated quite often. Almost in every our conversation, Bes appeared - according to Zhenya's passport - Yegor's best friend, and part-time underground rock musician and producer. I can’t say that I dreamed of meeting him, but as soon as I was at a concert, my roof literally blew off: I didn’t hear the music, but just looked at the man standing on the stage. And I thought: "I want it." "Do not even dream! Yegor noted. Bes has a wife and two children. What kind of girls didn’t hang on him, he didn’t react to anyone. ” After the concert, the whole crowd of us fell to visit Bes - we drank, sang, danced. And all this time I felt his gaze on me, from which I was pierced by an electric discharge. Then everyone began to go home, but before I had time to catch the car, I received an SMS from unknown number: “Come back.” Three summer months while the Bes family was at the dacha, our romance raged. During this time, I seem to have changed the composition of the blood from the abundance of endorphins. I, like a drug addict, came to him for a dose of intimacy and left hungry every time. It was too good to end...

Egor, whom we met at work, pretended that nothing was happening. Only once, when I smoked a pack of cigarettes while waiting for a call, he came up and said: “If you need me, you have me.” At that moment, I did not attach any importance to his words ... But at the end of August, Bes demanded that I no longer call him: his family was returning. I didn't know what to do, where to run... And I ran to Yegor. I did not have to explain anything, and I realized that I have no one closer to him. Until the morning, I roared on Yegor's shoulder: we sat on the bed embracing, and I flooded his T-shirt with tears.

At night he nursed me, and during the day he saw Bes - he was in a fever no less, and Egor had to work on two fronts. I don’t know how it happened, but I almost settled with Yegor. In the morning we went to work together, in the evening to the grocery store and back home. For two whole months we slept in the same bed, and there was nothing between us. When I felt his hand on my chest one morning, I asked, “Why now?” “You finally stopped sobbing in your sleep,” Yegor replied.

Bes was the only one of Yegor's friends who did not come to our wedding. I don't know what exactly happened between them, but they ceased to exist for each other. “I proposed to you the day I realized that I was ready to cut him out of my life,” Yegor said when I asked if he regretted losing a friend.

Sveta, 25 years old: “I would like to say that Pasha and I fell in love at first sight. But it's not. There were New Year holidays, which we celebrated with a large company in the country. Igor, my boyfriend, and I were invited by the owners of the house, and Igor took Pashka with him. They rarely appeared without each other. At first I laughed at this, but over time I realized that the bonds that bind them are incredibly strong. The parents of Igor and Pasha were friends from school, the boys also studied in the same class, and then they entered Suvorov as a couple. In general, Igor trusted his friend one hundred percent ... Because of the exams at the institute, which were supposed to start any day, I had to leave the dacha before the rest. Pashka also had some business in the city, so we left together. Usually he escorted me to the door and immediately called Igor to report that, they say, he delivered me safe and sound. But this time everything turned out differently. Trying to find out who took the first step, crossed the line, is a thankless task. And judging by how quickly the kisses moved into a more active phase, the desire turned out to be mutual. In the hour that we spent together, not a single word was said. As soon as Pasha left, and he did it in silence, too, a wave of horror washed over me. I don’t know why, but I was sure that he would tell Igor about everything. But three days passed, a week - Igor behaved as if nothing had happened. Pasha, too, only tried to meet my gaze less often. I was constantly in incredible stress. And when Pasha reappeared on the threshold of my apartment two weeks later, I realized that I was waiting for him.

We met in secret for six months. We got stuck in this story and were unable to get out of it. We both betrayed the person we loved. And they were ready to betray him again and again, just to be together. Finally, Pasha told Igor about everything, to which he received an answer: “Thank you for your honesty, but from today you are dead to me.” Until now, I can’t forget Pashka’s gaze, glazed with pain, when he told me about it ... The second blow was unexpected and even more painful. Parents, having learned that now we are together, kicked him out of the house. “I never thought my son would grow up to be a traitor!” Pasha's mother shouted while he was packing his things. And yet our story ended with a happy ending. More precisely, it has not ended, but is still ongoing - this is happiness. Yes, we live in a rented apartment, which is more like a closet in size. Yes, most of our friends took Igor's side and stopped communicating with us. Yes, it will take a long time to normalize relations with parents. But I'm sure we have that time."

Horror, horror! A real doublet is to cheat on your husband, and even with his friend. But if you specifically found this article, tormented by remorse, then not everything is lost in you. It means that you are still looking for a way out of an unpleasant situation, and therefore, the least you need is reading morality, but more practical advice.

Well, let's figure out how you managed to sleep with your spouse's friend and what to do now.

On the topic of male infidelity has already been said and discussed. Women scold the unscrupulous gulen "both in the tail and in the mane." The “goat” is branded with shame, the victim-wife is pitied, and on that they disperse.

When a girl cheated on her boyfriend, for some reason, she often miraculously turns into a victim again. She was seduced, twisted, almost raped (which is very modern, for an excuse). And now she has to somehow live with it.

But in fact, this girl is the same goat with a stigma. Especially if she is married, and even more so if the object of her desire is a friend of her husband. When she had the desire to sleep with this man, she also had brains. Even if clouded with alcohol. True, this is at least a small, but an excuse.

Therefore, if this happened to you, then know that you are not a victim. Remorse of conscience may not let you step on the same rake. It is necessary to scold yourself, but silently - in yourself. Therefore, moral spanking will not hurt you at first.

Okay, enough self-flagellation, what to do now if the connection was accidental? Tell everything to your husband? Or keep it to yourself?

To answer this question, imagine the whole situation in reverse: your husband came up to you and told you that he accidentally slept with your girlfriend. Your actions:

With hysteria, you kick the wrong person out of the house, and then you will worry for a long time.

You will go into depression for a long time, thinking about the cruelty of the whole world.

Forgive your boyfriend in words, but in memory you will never erase it.

Trust in him will be lost forever - any passion will seem like a temptress.

Get that friend out of your life.

Over time, you liquidate other friends because of distrust, you will be left alone.

So, your husband will feel almost the same if you tell him everything. Just multiply it by 2. Because men's pride will be hurt, because men's friendship is stronger than women's, because he, as a man, must challenge his opponent to a duel. Well, simply fill the face of a "friend." And this is a crime.

In addition, it is believed that a guy’s betrayal is a physiological need, while girls “put their souls” into sex with a partner. So, not just a girl went to the left, but fell in love a little. And it's doubly difficult.

Therefore, if this has already happened, then never, under any circumstances, even under terrible torture, do not admit to your husband that such a betrayal has occurred on your part.

Even if “well-wishers” told him about this, then convince him that all this is gossip and intrigues of spiteful critics who want to destroy your marriage.

Rule #1 - Shut up about it forever.

There is another danger - this very friend. By the way, understand for yourself that this is not a friend at all if he succumbed to your seduction. But perhaps his conscience gnaws at him too. Therefore, talk to him very calmly - explain point by point what will happen if he does not bury this story in himself.

If he also enters your house, then keep with him exactly as you communicated before this incident. Yes, and advise him the same. Just like that, it was like nothing happened. You will both twitch - you will bring suspicion on yourself.

Another problem for all girls is sharing their innermost with their girlfriends. Remember - girlfriends have a habit of quarreling. They also have secret incontinence. And rumors rushed through the ears of other girls. And there is already a stone's throw to the ears of her husband.

Rule number 2 - do not allow rumors.

Even if you are 99% sure of your girlfriend, then put one fat percentage on something that could very well happen, and your spouse will find out about everything.

If you and a friend have a serious affair

As already mentioned, girls cheat with their souls. If the connection was not accidental, but some kind of spark flew between you and your husband’s friend, then everything is more serious here.

Well, you like this guy, he reciprocates, and everything has gone so deep that you are already thinking about divorce. Is it worth it to reveal all the cards? Of course yes, if:

Nothing special connects you with your husband - morally you are already completely strangers, and you will not bring him much suffering by parting with him.

The friend himself no longer finds a place for himself out of love for you. He is tormented not by remorse, but by the fear of losing you.

You feel sexual attraction only to him, and with your husband, sex has long lost its brightness.

The husband himself is a famous walker to the left, you often caught him “hot”, so your conscience no longer torments you.

You and your friend have a planned prospect of living together, so you are not afraid to change anything in your life.

If you are ready for this, then of course it's time to part with your husband. Why bother with three? Especially if everything is so serious, for sure the husband already knows about the betrayal - he feels it in his gut.

Consider one! If your husband’s friend has already committed betrayal on his part, then it’s not a fact that someday he won’t do the same to you - he will already betray you.

By the way, for the same reason, he may also doubt you. So think about it - is it worth starting a relationship with mutual deception?