"I want to let you know that my name is Andy and I'm 24. I was in my second year at the faculty. That year, among other things, I was teaching a young lecturer. I don't know, but that day the first one attracted me a lot of way of explaining and body language.I had impressive gestures, a way of communicating inclusively.In short, his classes were full of students. active during seminar and lecture hours.
A few days passed and I could see the teacher inviting me to Facebook. In fact, I was very surprised that I didn't expect it or even think about it. Since that day, we have been writing to each other daily. As the days went by, I began to feel a strange thing about him, but I didn't understand. I became obsessed with him, and every time I looked at him at the faculty, he greeted me from afar. A laugh gripped my ear, a kind of sense of pleasure.
One day, I went to meet him at the office to submit a course assignment because I had been absent the day before. I didn't realize what he was finding, cold sweat, a heat in my body while I was there. He never gave me cause for harassment. He approached, asked me what I had, and I kissed him with all my passion and strength. It was a kiss that lasted for a while, but then I called to mind. We broke off and apologized for running out of the office and crying.
I was missing for two weeks in class and on Facebook I was no longer writing them. After two weeks, when the class is over, she calls me to the office in the middle of the class. I was forced to go. I apologized for the behavior, but I was struck by the fact that he did not feel embarrassed, even trying to make the situation easier for me, and said: ?I cannot answer that the teacher's ethics do not allow me. You're still my student. "
We kept a close friendship until the semester was over and then we got in touch. He makes it clear to me that he is married at first, but I didn't want to know because the feelings were stronger than the reason. We used to attend regularly. After a year of bonding, he finds his wife in the bar touching each other. From that day and six months on, my life turned into a real hell. He parted ways with his wife. They had a baby, but I didn't know. I asked his wife to meet him and make it clear that the fault was mine and not her husband's, but she refused. I found her phone number, sent her messages explaining everything, but she had decided not to change her mind.
The former professor and I totally broke off ties and now he blames me for everything. I admit that I started first, I was rushed, but is the strong feeling of love and seduction commanded? I'm sorry, I know I ruined a family, ruined the innocence of an innocent child, and I feel really bad about it. How do I get rid of all this weight of guilt where not even one for whom I once felt strongly will see me? "
Posted in Anabel's editorial in September 2014
