Since we got divorced, the kids spend half the week with me and then half the week with Brian.
If the kids aren't around, we give each other quick little hugs, but the entire time, we're scoping out to make sure that Kim and James don't see.
Whenever he stays over, if he hears a little footstep on the stairs, he will jump out of the bed and hide on the floor.
We don't want to traumatize the children by letting them find out Dad was in Mom's bed.
Brian and I have been hooking up for a few weeks now, and we want to give it a few months to see how we feel before we talk to the kids about it.
That's when it all started up again and now we're secretly dating.
I've told a few of my friends, and he's come out with me occasionally.
I went downstairs to check on the laundry, and when I walked into the room, I saw Brian going down on my best friend.
Sarah was sitting on the washing machine with her pants around her ankles, and Brian was going at it.
Brian had just quit his job and I was pregnant with our first child.
We figured we would stay with them until Brian could find a job again, and then we would move out. It seemed like a hunky-dory idea, Sarah and Dan, me and Brian — the four of us living happily together, under one roof.
I felt insulted by it because he had been with her for all those years. After I didn't show any interest, he tried to work things out with Sarah and they went through marriage counseling.