Four years after we married in 1988 I had an affair with your mum, Molly. It was one of those sundays when you went to church and I made the breakfast at your mums. It was before she was married again. It just kind of happened that first time. She was feeling down and vulnerable. It started as a kiss in the kitchen and lead on to her bed where we had s**. She panicked afterwards, we hadn't used protection and she was still having periods. It happened again the sunday after, and again. We talked about it and she went on the pill. It was only supposed to be short term. Just a fling. Molly felt guilty but wouldn't stop. I couldn't stop myself. I think it was her maturity.
This lasted for 4 years and 8 months. Mostly Sundays, tuesdays and fridays. Some weekends when we could. That fortnight we went to Malta together, in Northumberland, in Cornwall, christmas. The 6 occasions you worked away I spent full weekends with Molly. We behaved like we were married at those times. She kissed me, told me she loved me, we spent the day together, went to bed together, made love, woke up together. She dressed for me, wore FMB's for me, smoked a cigarette for me, did some things she had never done before. 20 months in she thought she was pregnant. We talked about what we would do. Admit everything, move away together. It was a false alarm. We were almost caught twice. Once by Heather. If she had come upstairs she would have found us but she didn't. In the end Molly decided it had to stop and she would marry. Its never been the end though. Sometimes we still do have s**, when the mood is there. You ought to know but you never will.