Please Don’t Judge Me for Wanting to Have an Affair

Being married is the single hardest thing most of us will ever do.  If you think “My marriage isn’t hard because I love my spouse so so much”, I challenge you to get real. Let’s be honest- even the happiest of couples say there are days they want to throw the towel in, call it quits and hand their spouse an apple and a road map.  Staying married is a choice we make every day and some days, the choice is a little harder than others.

Marriage is hard because life is complicated.  Relationships are difficult because they are work: like get-your-hands-dirty-dig-down-deep-I-want-some-alone-time-Lord-give-me-strength-why-the-hell-did-I-say-yes-what-were-we-thinking work. Having a job can feel like a chore and the day to day stuff is exhausting. As a married couple there are never ending bills to pay, unexciting things like new roofs or car tires we are forced to save for and responsibilities we cannot avoid. Gone are the days of care-free living and only taking care of your own personal needs.  Add parenting to that and you have a recipe for two people who can easily become roommates and no longer lovers, companions, or partners.  People can either grow old together or they can grow apart.

As a Psychotherapist, relationship expert and spouse for almost 23 years I’ve heard it all.  I’ve seen couples separate I never thought would split.  It’s heartbreaking and tragic.  No spouse is immune, and no marriage is fire-proof.  I’ve lived the ebb and flow of my own marriage and I know the work it takes to stay married.  It’s hard to stay attracted to the same person you hear burp, fart, or snore loudly (disclaimer: it only happens when I am really tired).  It’s hard to stay attracted to someone you see vomiting with the flu or having diarrhea from bad Thai food.  It’s hard to say attracted to someone you see grouchy, stressed out or wearing a c-pap mask or mouth guard to bed at night.  It’s hard to stay attracted to someone you hear blowing their nose loudly or someone who puts on a few extra pounds on here and there (and possibly everywhere).  It’s hard when your partner is no longer perfect and when our blind spots disappear, and we see them as flawed and blemished. It’s hard, just plain hard.

It’s a national debate on what the actual divorce rate is but here is what I know for sure: it’s higher than any of us should hope for and it means we are all vulnerable to the possibility it could affect us.  If it’s not us, it will be our neighbor, our sister or brother, our parents, or our best friends.  It will be the nice couple at church, the good-looking duo you think has it all or the parents who drive the minivan to school with the license plate that reads “ohana”.  The divorce rate doesn’t need to be exact for us to know that we must stay conscious in our marriage to make it work and even then, it’s still hard work and the D-word is always lurking around the corner.

After seeing couples struggling in my office and couples struggling in my personal life, I’ve come to a difficult decision. It’s time for a change.  I want the spark. I want to feel like a teenager in love.  I want a crush and I want to be in a state of limerence. I want butterflies and I want goose pimples.  I want excitement and mystery. I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. Here goes: I want to have an affair… with my husband.

I want my husband to know I’m thinking of him during the day and while some of the thoughts are about what’s for dinner or who must drive my daughter to volleyball practice, other thoughts are about how sexy I find him, how proud of him I am, or how he has a nice ass.  I want my husband to feel seen by me, desired by me and valued by me.  I want him to know time spent together matters.  I want to send my man silly and racy text messages that make him blush and let him know that after all these years, I still dig him.  I will, however, not send him nudes–not because I’m being conservative or modest (both of which I am), but because if I accidentally sent it in our family group text, it would send my three children into lifelong therapy.  There are some things a kid never wants to see.

I am going to tell my husband he smells good—even if it’s just sweat or the burrito he had for lunch.  I’m going to put my phone down when he comes home from work and talk with him, so he knows I’m interested in his day and what he has to say. I want to wink at him, not because there is something in my eye but because he caught my eye and I think he’s cute, funny, or clever.

I don’t want to be his mom, to scold him or belittle him.  I don’t want to be his roommate, to walk past him or look through him. I don’t want to be his boss, telling him what to do or how he failed.   I want to be his partner—the one he desires and who he feels desired by.  I want him to feel pursued and needed, even on days we struggle to find a common time to connect or have common ground that doesn’t involve the kids.  Having an affair with my husband means more about feeling sexy than having sex.  It means more about being longed for than longing for something or someone else.  It means more about happiness than complacency.  It means more about finding myself than losing myself.

I plan to make our affair romantic, fun, adventurous (think 50-year-old adventurous, not 21-year-old adventurous…big difference) and unexpected.  I want to jump start his heart and not just tell him that I love him, but more importantly, make him feel that I love him. I don’t want to be Mr. and Mrs. Peck when we leave for work in the morning.   I want to smack him with a big kiss that he will remember all during the day. I want him to feel that he is alive, our love is alive, and our marriage is alive.  I want to remind us that we still have passion and infatuation, after 3 kids and all these years.

So please, cut me some slack. Smile at me if you see me shopping in Victoria Secret or wearing a booby-top when I’m out to dinner with my husband. Forgive me if I’m dancing with him and can’t keep my hands to myself, you catch me playing footsie with him under the table or if I pass up a night out with the girls for date night.  If my car is parked somewhere with steamy windows, don’t knock, and ask if everything is all right.  Don’t judge me for pinching his ass in public, renting a room at a hotel, or leaving a note with a lipstick mark on the windshield of his truck.  I’m having an affair with the man who I chose every day and the person who knows me the best in the whole world.  I’m bringing my A-game and I’m spicing things up—not because our marriage is in trouble, but because he deserves it and we matter.

15 thoughts on “Please Don’t Judge Me for Wanting to Have an Affair

  • Kelly you are the most real person I know!! I absolutely love reading your pieces and think you are right on point every time. Your wit, insight and humor are so refreshing!! Love !!!!!

  • This is awesome Kelly. Right on the mark. Thank you for putting into words how we all feel. Love our husbands ❤️

  • Kelly, I just love you and your honesty! I’m with you…I’m having an affair with my husband too! Thanks for always making it real. ❤️

  • I’m crying right now. So sweet and wonderful. Crying from the love I feel in your blog and the love I see next door. Crying from my personal loss of the beauty of a long term love. XO kel

  • I hope I catch ya in a steamy windowed car!! Love this…make sure you share it with your Hubble’s too!!! See you all out on date night!!

  • You nailed it again! This is exactly what I’ve been thinking I need to focus on with my own marriage, and I love how you described it perfectly! ❤️

  • Ditto … ditto … ditto. Two days before the Giants game, in my pj’s ( imagine school girl sexy not tramp sexy ) I walked in the den, stood in front of the TV to get my husband’s attention (he loves his shows but he still loves me more ) and said, “I want to treat you on Sunday to a fun day with me including tickets to the DODGER / Giants game!”. He smiled that beautiful smile of his, blue eyes twinkling, had me come sit by him and we planned (loosely) our day. It’s been far too long and I have been feeling as you so beautifully expressed Kelly. It is was also, for me, a break through of sorts that is for other forms to communicate. But all good. Thank you for sharing K. Thanks for the extra encouragement too!

  • Yes! Thank you for sharing one of the ingredients of a long-lasting relationship. Staying together is more difficult than splitting. But “the work” can be fun, too!

  • This is amazing Kelly! Words to live by and to remember that we are choosing this person every day and it behooves all of us in the family to make it as great as it can be.

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