Dating my husband during separation
Two months later, though, I found myself walking out to a secluded part of a beach with a man I had just met at my best friend's wedding.
I didn't quite know what I was about to do, but over the last few months I had learned to embrace the idea that doing whatever made me happy was perfectly okay—and that included exploring my sexuality in a new, uninhibited way.
I was so in love—and in lust—that I never felt like I was, well, missing out.
In fact, I felt safe and secure, and didn't worry about waking up next to someone whose name I couldn't remember.
I was married to the love of my life a little less than four years, but was devoted and loyal to him for ten before that—basically for all of my twenties.
While most people would cringe at the thought of missing out on dating during the years when it's socially acceptable to do a walk of shame, I didn't care.
So when I'd listen to my girlfriends go on and on about their wild escapades—getting tipsy at the bars each week and going home with men they had just met—I'd secretly judge them.I went to work and could focus better than I had in months. The re-start button was officially pushed, and I had this one moment to thank.What may have been just another one-night stand to a very carefree, attractive guy was quite possibly the biggest turning point in my life.So honestly, when I heard the phrase 'one-night stand,' I would equate it with weakness and often thought, 'ugh, I would never stand to be treated like a .' Fast-forward to nine months ago, when I found out my husband was having an affair, and let's just say that my perspective is slightly reformed.What was once the happiest relationship in my life quickly turned into a nightmare.