In her own words...(she wrote an article online which I found over a year after the A ended).
I hope this isn't painful for you to read but you wanted to know what the OW was thinking and this is straight from the horse's mouth (I'll refrain from rewording that old saying). This is what she wrote to complete strangers (obvs she will have tried to convey herself in the best light possible).
*THIS MIGHT TRIGGER* I'm copy and pasting without reading this. It seemed relevent to the thread. I can't read it through in it's entirity. It was several years ago now and we're in a 2nd R. I can't make myself delete it though. I need to remember that awful things did happen. I need to keep myself on guard. WHen my guard can fully drop, then I'll be able to delete.
"I met him at work. At first he was very unattractive to me. Not unattractive, but to me he was. He was arrogant and snide. He made inappropriate jokes and everyone thought he was the office ***, so I judged him based off of the opinions of others.
Then it happened...We started talking privately over text and having private conversations in the office or at office nights out (which happened 2x a week). I started to see the real him. The facade he held up in the office was failing for me. I could see right through it. We began to connect on a deeper level. One night, out celebrating, I had way too much to drink and so did the man I was with. Bad things happened and I just wanted to get away from this man, so I called my new found friend. He was there within minutes and helped me in my darkest hour. He was my knight in shining armor. I knew by now that he was married, but his wife was still in England preparing her move to the states about 3 weeks away. The next day, this guy took me to a house he was house sitting, and all we did the whole day was watch stupid romantic films and cheesy Christmas films until the sun went down. I had no makeup on, I was exhausted from the night before's events, and I kept falling asleep on the couch with my legs over his lap. I remember waking up, in and out of sleep, to him holding my hand, gently rubbing my hand with his thumb, or him tickling my legs with his soft fingers.
I was entirely too exhausted to drive home (45 min away) and so he offered me the bed and he would take the couch. He laid there with me until I fell asleep to him telling me stories of England. I remember how fond his memories were and how his voice quieted as if he his mind was back in England. I woke up the next morning to him still laying next to me, unmoved with his hand still on my face from he caressing me to sleep. I remember thinking to myself then, Gosh, I love this man. I remember wanting to kiss him and I remember wishing so badly that he wasn't married. That this other woman hadn't met him first.
The next night, I went to his apartment to grill steaks and watch movies. Before I knew it, we weren't even paying attention to the film, as we were more involved making out on the couch. It was like high school all over again. We just made out for half an hour feeling each other up. It was hot. So I stood up and led him to his bed and it all went downhill from there. I fell for him, and hard. He told me he had fallen too. That as soon as his wife came, he was going to ask for a divorce. That he was so in love with me and didn't want anyone else. The next few weeks were heaven on earth and the sexiest few weeks of my life. Candlelit dinners, expensive late night dates, spending all day and all night together, and talking about anything and everything. It came so easy with us: conversation. We could talk for hours about nothing and it was still fun. We understood each other on a level I have never known existed.
And then his wife came. And she was the sweetest woman I had ever met. She was such a homemaker and so pretty and so genuine. Since him and I worked together, I saw her a lot, and was at their apartment often. We actually became friends. So much so that we got each other Christmas presents. I started seeing less of him mainly because I was so conflicted on what to do now. But also, because he was spending time with is wife. Bringing up divorce was taboo to him, and talking about our love for each other was even worse. We started just meeting up for sex. It became awkward and weird. We had our moments. When his wife would stay at his sisters and we had all day together it was like she wasn't even in the picture. We had such intimate romantic sex, I became even more confused.
We had a code word we would say to each other when she was around or after an argument that was reminder of how much we loved each other, no matter what. Whenever I would bring his wife or divorce, he would use the word.
One morning I woke up to a text saying "She knows, lay low, if she contacts you, don't respond, I will fix this. Dont even respond."
In order to not make you sit there all day trying to finish reading this I will sum it up. He "needs time and space to figure it out" yet he texts me everyday to ask how I am. He says he loves me and uses our word yet won't explain his feelings. He says his wife may want a divorce yet is keeping me in the dark. Of course I know I am the other woman and their relationship is none of my business but how am I supposed to just sit here and wait. I know I sound crazy for saying this but I am still so in love with this man. He understands me and knows me more than anyone I 've ever known and vice versa. He is the love of my life yet I don't know what to do. What would you do in my shoes?"