My secret mistake was talking to my ex boyfriend, sending pictures, and most of all going to see him three hours away from me without my husband knowing. I traveled three hours to see another man, alone, in the firehouse, in the bunk room. My secret mistake was too follow him upstairs, sitting next to him on the bed. And most of all, that very long hug that made me melt. My mistake was lieing to my husband all day, and every day since then. My secret mistake is that I married the wrong man. The only thing that allows me to live with myself is knowing that I never made the mistake of having sex with anyone but my husband.