I love the way he PLAYED me

So, I just posted about 5 minutes ago and right after I clicked the publish post my phone went a beeping. I lunged off the bed thinking it was Hubby texting me during super bowl half time. It WAS NOT him... I repeat WAS NOT him and now I'm posting on here as a distraction for my cell phone and the evil RS that is sending me really hot messages on this Sunday night.RS is in town. RS is in town 7 minutes away from my apartment at his hotel. RS is texting me. RS knows that I have no self control and he's testing my boundaries. RS just skyped me. FUCK RS. I mean honestly FUCK RS... Yes, I'm married and yes I wouldn't have done it if I didn't really love him. I love him and I love the way our life is and where it's going. But something you need to realize is that up until oh I don't know mid December I was fucking around with RS also. I'm a psycho screwed up case study- I know. Hubby (formerly Mr. Right #1) knows about RS they actually met once at an RS concert; although they didn't know that they fucked the same gal! Anyways, Hubby and rightfully so has asked that I cease conversation with RS and I'm trying. I'm really trying. But somewhere along the well I developed feelings for RS and him messaging me and some of the stuff he's currently saying isn't helping. Up until a month and a half ago I occasional entertained flitting thoughts of being Mrs. RS granted these thoughts were when I was fucking wasted and an emotional nutcase.
Ugh, fuck me. Seriously. FUCK FUCK FUCK. If the Super bowl could end now, I could call Hubby say goodnight and turn my phone off. Sometimes it's hard to do the right thing. But the more I'm thinking about it the fact is: I love the way he PLAYED me. Despite how fucking gorgeous and sexy he is, I love the way he PLAYED me we won't be playing anyone. Done. Thanks for the vent session guys!