I wanted to end the affair so bad. It was killing me. My friend talked me into telling his wife. I did. Although it wasn’t my friend’s fault, it was a choice I made. It is the thing I regret most in all of my life. It was something I promised him I would never do. It goes against my belief system to out someone, I believe it is the person’s responsibility to share with their partner about their indiscretions if they so choose. The thing is, I didn’t have the strength to end it, and it was literally killing me. I would have killed myself. Telling his wife was the only way to make sure it would end. So it turned out to have been an act of self preservation. Almost an act of self-defense. That doesn’t mean I don’t regret it and I am certain I will regret it until the day I die. I wish I had had the strength to simply end it and walk away. But I did not. Not at that time. No one can judge me as harshly as I have judged myself.