I’ve done it twice in the last year. It was never abrupt but came after months of painful thought. The first was a necessity. I had been living with a man for six years, and the last five he was incapable of finding a job and depressed because he didn’t have one. It was time for him to go.
This month I told the man I’m having an affair with that I’ve had enough when his husband doesn’t know about it. It’s up to him how he works it out with his husband, but for my sanity this can’t go on.
What does it take ? Some would say courage, others blind anger, and maybe some think it an intelligent choice. I like to think for me it’s the last. But it’s wasn’t easy. What you expect is a consideration. In the first, I knew he would leave. With the second the love we share gives me confidence it will end well.