I accept being the third person!

When we were together, he often texted or called his wife, and at those times, I had to avoid him for a bit.

When you are lucky enough to have your own man, you will criticize those who are willing to be the third party. But when you fall into the third party's situation, you will understand the hidden feelings of those who are less fortunate in happiness. Although people often say: You can eat a broken cake, drink a half-empty glass of water, but you cannot live with a shared love, no one wants to be a third party. I am not talking about girls who intentionally interfere in other people's families for material things, I am only talking about true but misplaced feelings.

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I am quite young, graduated from college, have a job and a monthly salary with a normal standard of living. A year ago, I met him, and until now I still think it was God's arrangement. I fell in love with him so quickly that when I found out he had a family, there was no turning back. I had been hurt in love before, so I was afraid of suffering again, that was the reason to justify my mistakes. I once heard the saying: Women love because of habit and also die in that habit. I never asked about his family, afraid that he would abandon me; I never dared to touch that limit.

When we were together, he often texted and called to ask about his wife, and at those times I had to avoid him a bit. I thought that women would be happier if they didn't know much. I just accepted his care and attention when I was with him, and when he turned away, I knew he no longer belonged to me. When I was sad, sick, or scared, I could only compose messages for him, then delete them without sending them. I was afraid that it would disturb his family life.

I know that when I confide like this, many people will say I'm foolish, that's obvious. I just want to know why women like to be loved but have to choose to love one person? Why can they endure their own hurt so strongly? What should I do to be better?

According to VNE