Our evening chats soon became the highlight of my day, and after a few weeks we decided to meet in a city midway between our homes. We lived over 2000 kms apart. The first 3 days we spent together rivalled the splendour and joy of Cinderella and Prince Charming and when it was time to separate we were quite desolate.

We had both vowed that his wife would not learn of our friendship and that his marriage and career would not be threatened in any way. However, we soon found that we were needing to meet more and more often, and soon he started to fly to my home town and stay in my house with my son and I. He also met my relatives and friends and it became widely known in my hometown that we were an "item". 

Even though I loved him deeply and cherished our moments together, I found it was difficult having him in my home as some of his habits were unconventional, and he demanded a lot of my time, reducing my time with my children. At this time, his wife discovered a letter I had written to him and she contacted me to beg me to end the relationship with her husband. He was adamant that he wanted to stay with me, so she has asked for a divorce, and has told him not to come home. Now he is at my home and I feel morally obliged to keep him here as I was responsible for the breakup of his marriage, his removal from his home, and his distance form his friends, children and workplace.

We still share exquisite moments together, but a lot of problems have been created. Sometimes I wish I had been a little more cautious. It is certainly true that the chat-line was an incredible means of accessing each other's innermost thoughts. Even though physical appearance was not important it was a pleasant surprise to meet and find mutual physical attraction. We have experienced the most incredible emotional highs. I really don't know where it will go from here. I know I would feel completely desolate if he were to leave my life now. 

"Debbie"