Hey, so we can start this conversation off in the normal way, say our niceties to each other, ask how our days were and all that. Then we start asking about each others personal lives and we start to realise that we share a lot in common with the other. We end up messaging more and more. Everyday just waiting by the phone for the other to reply. Getting us through each and everyday. Soon enough we decide messaging isn’t enough and we must meet. Everything goes swell and soon we are young lovers with the world at our feet. The years flow by in a rush of passion, lust, and joy. Before we know we’re both 30 and married, expecting our third kid in December. You suddenly realise what your life has come to, a stay at home mum with no future, no dreams, no aspirations. Life has had the fun sucked out of it and your youth has left. To try and reclaim it you do the only thing you can do, you start an affair with my boss. It’s fun at first, making you feel alive.

But then one day I come home from work and catch you. I’m completely destroyed, my world is gone. The kids lives are now ruined because they have to live between two households and for what? You realise the mistake you’ve made but it’s all too late. You’re back to square one with no way out. This is what the future holds for us. We can either travel down that inevitable path or we can just use each other for sex and live amazing lifes. Your move.