I can remember very specifically the moment I made the decision... The clear cut decision..."dammit, I'm going to return this mans attentions and see where this goes, maybe have an affair. That'll show him."
Mine was a type of revenge affair. It was revenge for my husbands fierce determination to behave as if he weren't my husband (lack of intimacy, companionship, respect, cooperation, etc.) I would respond to the extreme periods of neglect with complaints and get stonewalled. Every. Time.
Had I not gotten pregnant on my honeymoon, I would've left. I guess. I hope I would've been wise enough.
But why did I do it, really? What's wrong with ME? Well, first off, due to maternal abuse, physical/emotional, I developed a strong urge to remain forever and always a victim. This is what drove me to all my relationships. I was H's victim, and, surprise-surprise, became OM's victim as well.
There was a strong sexual component for me. I'm not sure if validation is all I crave, though OM's compliments were a nice countermeasure against H's low libido (sex w/H was good but very infrequent--like it took him the whole month to decide if he liked me enough to wanna be intimate with me.) I felt repulsive and OM, who was sexy, made me feel beautiful.
I was not just into flirting/teasing---the actual sex part was important to me though OM withheld that (out of guilt, he said.)
It was crazy...all through my 20's and 30's sex was never a problem, I still look good, am fit, and yet no one was f*cking me! I became obsessed with breaking through MM's guilt and proving that turning 40 and having kids hadn't rendered me sexually irrelevant. I didn't want to be put out to pasture...other men wanted me...the validation didn't matter, I wanted to "plug in" to the sexual Matrix.
Oddly enough when we had sex, I wasn't into it. I was awash in guilt and the hotel room grew dark and ominous like the final scene in Sid and Nancy when they wake up in a hotel bed in pools of blood. It felt THAT dirty and dark and gross. MM had little to say to me after, and I left feeling suicidal for weeks.
He still pursued and pursued. I guess lame as$ is better than no as$. For me it was over. My quest to prove I was not sexually irrelevant had failed, and I slowly began to extricate myself from the A with much resistance from MM and no change in the M. So I confessed.
I'm facing imminent D with some MC currently, for good measure. I still dream if sex with xMM. This is such a powerfully perverse road that I am SO sorry I went down. I wouldn't wish th A experience on my worst enemy.