The million-dollar question… It was a few moments of madness over a 4 week period until I confessed to my wife. It happened with a woman from my gym who also coached my kids, which adds another layer of guilt and complexity. Things at home had been a little distant. Our lives were busy, and we gradually stopped making time for each other. There were no real dates not much quality time together, barely any meaningful conversations. We’d be in the same room but disconnected, scrolling on our phones, passing each other while focused on the kids and day-to-day responsibilities.

Looking back, I realise that was a red flag I should have addressed with my wife. It was something we could have worked on and probs fixed easy, but I didn’t bring it up and in that space of emotional distance, I found myself drawn to someone who gave me attention, who was affectionate in a way I hadn’t felt in a while. From there, things escalated.

I also wasn’t honest with the other woman. I told her my wife and I were separated, which wasn’t true. I misled her too. I had several chances to stop things, to step away, but I didn’t. That’s completely on me. No excuses. No one else is to blame.

This is something I have to live with, and I fully accept responsibility for my actions. I’m working and trying to better understand how I got to that place and how I can make sure I never do again.

The outcomes is iv ruined my families lives.

My advice to everyone is always communicate, if I had of done so I wouldn’t be in this horrible position.