When Your Husband is Not Your Twin Flame
I have written quite a few stories about what I call my twin flame journey. I have kept it no secret that I am married, so is my ~twin flame~, and we are not married to each other. So what is that like?
Confusing. To everyone involved. You, as the reader. Me, as the wife. And my husband, as the husband. It’s really weird and not any kind of experience I ever wanted to imagine.
Not because being married stops me from being with my twin flame. But because of the bullsh*t I have put my husband through since this whole thing started. It is much easier to accept the trials the universe puts at your feet than to accept responsibility for being a trial for someone you love.
Being married to me is probably one of the most difficult things my husband has ever gone through. Which sounds terrible, but is true. If he didn’t marry me, he could have avoided a lot of turmoil and challenges. But he also would have missed out on a lot of growth. Thank goodness he finds me attractive.
We started dating each other, like most monogamous couples do, believing that the other was the one and only person we would ever love. Then, 4 years later, I’m having an emotional affair with a guy who messaged me on Reddit. Who I knew I loved before I even saw him or heard his voice. Absolute insanity.