A wife has developed an insatiable attraction for her co-worker and as a result, believes his love for her husband is beginning to wane.
In a long write-up, she explains the reasons for her action and why she can’t help herself.
I had never considered being attracted to a coworker after having already committed myself to a man. When it came to marriage, I had been rather traditional.
Even though none of my friends or cousins wanted an arranged marriage, I went ahead with it. My husband and I met on a matrimonial website, and after the initial talks between my mother and his, he came over to my house.
He’d received a bouquet of roses and chocolates. That was cute to me. He seemed to be in love with me even before we met. It was almost as if he was attempting to woo me.
And he did it right in front of our families. It was flattering, to be sure. When he asked, I said yes. And he, too, stated yes
The wedding date was set quickly; we would marry in a year. Meanwhile, he took me to dinner parties, restaurants, and even the movies. It felt like something out of a movie. And he would always bring me flowers and chocolates whenever we met.
His unique romantic gestures were what I found most endearing about him. He would accompany me to the store and never let me pay. He’d wait for me outside of beauty salons.
He’d pick me up after I got out of school (I’m a teacher). He was never intrusive in my life, but he did try to help me.
Needless to say, I quickly fell in love with him, and when the time came to marry, it was not for the sake of marriage. It was never on the cards for me to be attracted to a coworker a few years later.
It’s only been two years since our wedding, and my husband is still as romantic as he was, and believe me when I say that he is extremely romantic. I adore him just as much as he adores me.
Our lovemaking is also tender and sweet. And everything is fine. So far, so good, until my intense attraction to a coworker blossomed.
The school where I teach recently hired a new cricket coach. He had participated in the Ranji Trophy in his youth. He’s probably in his forties now, and all of the students adore him.
I’m the same way. He’s got swag. He, too, is unconcerned about what others think. He’s a good cricketer with a muscular body and short grey hair. He is single, and I imagine it must be difficult to date in your forties.
Except for when he comes to the library after lunch, he mostly keeps to himself. He reads sports books and magazines.
He’s even requested a large number of additional books on the subject. Some students approach him, and he teaches them about cricket techniques. They talk about the players and who did what wrong.
I’ve successfully excused myself from too many post-lunch classes, and I, too, end up in the library. I enjoy watching him. Except for Mr Cricketer, no one has noticed anything.
He has intelligence. If our gazes meet, he gives me a lopsided grin. I have feelings for my coworker, but I am married. That can’t possibly end well, can it?
During the school concert last month, he and I were assigned to the same group of students – the fairies. It was our responsibility to ensure that the first-grade fairies did not end up in a fight.
He approached me and asked if I wanted to go out for a drink. I’d blushed. “I don’t drink,” I explained. He chuckled and asked if I wanted coffee or dinner. Wow, I thought to myself. He truly understands how to speak to and impress women.
I blushed like a little girl. “I am married,” I replied nervously. “Married women don’t eat or drink coffee these days?” he laughed again.
Fortunately, two fairies had begun fighting, and I had to rush to separate them. I considered myself fortunate to have avoided that situation, but I was still attracted to my coworker.
I’ve been thinking about Mr Cricketer every time my husband touches me in the last few weeks. My intense attraction to my coworker is impeding my marriage’s progress.
I’ve tried to put a stop to it. But I’m afraid I can’t. The oddest thing is that I am still in love with my husband.
He is compassionate, and I adore him. But that doesn’t stop my heart from racing whenever I see Mr Cricketer. I’m aware that this is incorrect.
Can you, however, stop a heart from skipping a beat? Being attracted to someone at work was not something I expected to happen in a million years. But what should I do next?
I was considering changing schools. The new session will start shortly. I told my cousin about it, and she thinks I’m stupid. She says that crushes happen and that I shouldn’t take them seriously.
Mr Cricketer, she believes, will be replaced by Mr Math or Mr Chemistry. And how many schools am I going to change? I believe she is correct. Her argument has a valid point.
But what am I going to do about myself? I’m worried because I’m acting very childishly. My cousin suggests that I practice yoga and vipassana meditation to improve my marriage.
But, to be honest, I don’t feel like it. I enjoy the sensation I get when I see Mr Cricketer. I know that being attracted to someone at work is inappropriate, but I enjoy how I feel.
And I don’t want to let go of that feeling, despite my intense love and affection for my husband. It’s priceless.
I console myself by telling myself that as long as I don’t act on it, everything is fine. But then I start to worry. How long will I be able to ignore that half-grin he gives me?
I don’t want to believe that my marriage is in trouble, because it isn’t. It truly is the ideal marriage. But where has life taken me? You’re in love with a coworker, but you’re married to the perfect man. I simply do not want to offend my husband.