I didn't care when he told me he was married because my friends at the time told me "if not you, it will be someone else. You may as well". So I did. I flirted. I laughed. I danced. I wanted him. And, I always got what I wanted. I didn't care who knew. I didn't care that his wife was suspicious and poured her drink over my head calling me a slut. I didn't care. Because my boyfriend had been fucking every single girl in town and I had zero respect for other woman, and even less for men. I just wanted what I wanted, and quite simply put,…
She pretty much knows he's banging around but she doesn't want to face it and avoids socialising now because she thinks everyone can see the shame she hides.