My affair didn’t last through Quarantine.
I and H failed in keeping things interesting during 4 months of very little in-person contact (just twice) and our texts, which were our lifeline was a struggle.
The last straw was when after days and nights of anticipation counting the hours to meet, and texts the night before and the morning, H cancelled on me 3 hours before our date as a work emergency raised.
I was mad and didn’t text for 3 days.
When replied I tried to keep it cool but H realised that doesn’t matter what he does, he can’t meet my expectations.
And he is right.
It was little what he gave me, 4 hours in a hotel room every 4 weeks, and I did the majority of the heavy lifting.
I love H.
But it was an affair and affairs are supposed to end someday.
18 months and I will remember him forever.