He was by far the best of the bunch, a kind and generous man, but someone who could also be selfish and unfeeling.

I got to know – or as much as possible online – a couple of regular men, with whom I conducted tentative conversations that were thoughtful and sweet, and that only developed into something more suggestive after much respective vetting and, on my part, several glasses of red wine. That initial separation, I later learned, all but ensured I would never be able to successfully bond with her.

I'm in my mid-40s now, and our relationship remains every bit as complicated today.

Bringing it to life brought only complications, albeit occasionally exquisite ones.

After a couple of months I had to end it – and it was after I had made this decision that my husband found out.

A late arrival into the world of social media, I nevertheless embraced it as a kind of escape.

While my husband spent most evenings catching up on the horse racing he'd recorded over the weekend, I began perusing chatrooms – not in pursuit of cybersex necessarily, but initially more for harmless flirtation, a little virtual attention.Taking my online affair offline was my big mistake, a transgression too far.What drew me to the online world was the maintenance of fantasy.And so our long-nurtured virtual affair became real.He was young and beautiful and I couldn't believe that he wanted me.Mercifully, the kind and complicated man I was married to focused too.