Daily blog?!

I knew I would be crap at keeping a daily blog, as I can never stick to any of my plans. However, in my defence I have been working literally nonstop all week!

Another reason why I havent written daily, is simply because of how incredibly boring my life is. Realistically I would like to aim for a weekly blog, but even thats going to be a strech! 

This week has been a good week in terms of my ‘love life’. On Monday night I followed him downstairs and he gave me a hug and a peck goodbye, which was quite sweet. On Wednesday it get better…. I followed him downstairs and got a full on snog, which I enjoyed greatly. The best night of the week so far has been tonight ( friday night). I was outside as he was leaving into the carpark, when he pulled me into a hug, then a full on kiss, then he asked me to join him in his car…. You can all imagine where that ended up!!!!

I know its extremely wrong to be sleeping with a married man, who is years to old for me. But I can’t help myself, it’s addictive. However, I am now faced with an even more horrific moral dilemma, as I have quite strong feelings for his son. I would hate for him to ever find out, as I have a rather embarrassing school girl crush on him. Its a tricky one. 

Where it all began…

The job. The job that gave me sanity and that gave my life some reason, thats how we met. Friday 30th September 2016, my first ever bar shift and our first encounter. Actually, that’s not entirely true….  I thought it was our first encounter but it turns out we had met several times before (about 10-12 years previously). As a child, I would come to the sports club with my siblings and parents, almost every Saturday night. This however is all a distant childhood memory. 

The thing about my place of work is that nothing ever changes, the people that come to the bar have been there since the early 1980’s and haven’t yet moved off their bar stools. Its a family club, and everyone knows everyone, and that’s how he knew me. 

Anyways back to the first encounter that I was actually old enough to remember… I remember having the worst cold in history and wanting to be anywhere but on a trial bar shift. But nevertheless, I went for it… I didn’t really pay attention to who was at the bar, but the person I was working with introduced me to HIM. I was introduced not by my name but as my fathers daughter, and he instantly remebered me. From that moment onwards, it started off with little things like he’d always call me gorgeous. At first I thought nothing of it then I realised that HE only called ME gorgeous – no one else.  I must say after a few shifts I found myself under the spell of his soft Northen Irish accent, and his gentlemanly charm. 

  

I had no idea that he felt anything towards me for sure until 23rd December 2016! That was a big day for me… Up to this date there had been looks and comments made but, this time it was different. I was heading to change a barrel, as he was just leaving. He said goodbye the pulled me in for the most intimate hug of my life and gently kissed my cheeks. At the time my heart was fluttering, but now I look back on it and realise it wasn’t a huge deal. From that moment, everyime I saw him head downstirs I would time it so that I could catch him on his way out, and we shared a couple more hugs and kisses on my cheeks. The next time however, was more serious… I was having a stressful shift and so I went downstairs for a breather coincidentally (on purpose) as he was leaving. We had a little chat about the drama of that shift then he pulled me into the usual hug, except this time he kissed me on the lips, twice. The first two kisses were nothing more than little pecks but then he went in for a full on make out session. I stopped him before anything could really happen because I knew my dads friend was due out of the bathroom any minute ( family clubs remember). The next time our paths crossed he asked me for my number so that we could meet up ( have sex). 

We started texting one another and we arranged a ‘date’ at my place. I was super nervous when he arrived, I’d had sex with people before him but no-one I liked as much. This was different. I didnt really know what to expect or how its was all going to pan out. However, the minute he got through my front door, he stuck his tongue down my throat. That was at the end of January, and up to this date we have met up (had sex) twice. Although, it doesnt show any signs of stopping 😉
We’re up-to-date on all the big milestones in our affair, and now I hope to start a daily blog ( probably wont be daily lol) about our ‘romantic???’ encounters…

Intro.

What went wrong?!

I wasn’t meant to end up here, after finishing college I was meant to be heading of to a university, meeting new people; getting ahead in the world and becoming more independent. A year ago I had masses of ambition, passion and knew where I was heading. Now, I have to find the motivation to just leave my bed every morning (afternoon). However, even after the dramatic, life- altering turn of events that occured this summer, I feel a sence of freedom and happiness I’ve never experienced before. I AM HAPPY.

I may not be with most of my friends studying to change my life for the better but, I am on the same journey at the start of adult life, where things are either going to go up or down hill. After leaving college, I still believed that I would get my life together quickly and everything would be fine. It took a long time but eventually I got a job as a barmaid and receptionist at a sports club. I never experienced joy through working until I got this job, but it’s the one thing that keeps me happy and gives my life some structure.

The real reason I write this blog is not to document my emotions, or the fact my life is probably at a dead end. But instead to share the story of how I’ve ended up becoming everything I despise…. I am now sleeping with a married, older man.

How did this come about? You’re guess is as good as mine. Adultery is the very thing that broke me just 6 months ago. I have had instant hate for the woman who slept with mu married father and broke up my family. Now I have become just like ‘HER’

Whether or not anybody reads this or not, makes little difference to me. I am in no way a talented writer, I hated studying English at school, I just want to get this all off my chest, to tell someone, without judgement, and without breaking a marriage.

Anyways, as the dull title indicates, this is just an introduction into my life shenanigans, The best is yet to come 😉