Evelyn

He found me on the internet. He described his life, his interests and life philosophy. I asked for a picture and he instead convinced me to meet him for a drink. He had a way with words, and I thought he was simply, charming. He explained he was in an "open " marriage, that's where they basically swing with other couples. But we were drawn instantly to each other, and fell in love within months. I met his wife after taking four months to get to know him.

I began to experience the incredible highs and lows of loving this man. The chemistry between us was, and is explosive. My relationship overwhelmed me. I'd be with him for a few hours, and spend the rest of the week spyraling into an abyss of feeling horrid, I was missing him, it felt like withdrawal. He got so bent over another of my mood swings, he unceremoniously dumped me over his cellphone. Do I need to describe my night? I called him, we talked for three hours. We got back together, because he wanted to, and I just couldn't let go. I realize I am in love with a man that spending a hundred years with would fly by in a moment; that's just how good it is. I realize that the more time he gives me, the more I want. That makes us both crazy and ruins the steady quiet flow of our " marriage" like relationship.

So I now spend only once a month seeing him, only once every two weeks on the phone, and unlimited internet access. I feel better, I have my life back, he can be as busy as he likes without the excessive jugling, and the times we are together is extremely intense and wonderful.