“I Left My Husband for My Son’s Teacher and I’d Do It Again!” Reveals Cathy, 45

I’m 25 years old. I’m in a relationship with my first love, but things have deteriorated between us. We constantly argue, and naturally, our five-year-old son is feeling the impact. His behavior in class has become troublesome. Frequently called in by his teacher, I’ve gradually developed a close connection with him. He’s everything my husband isn’t: whimsical, rebellious, and artistic. At home, I watch my son’s father engrossed in building model ships for hours on end. It makes me wonder if I’ve chosen the wrong life.

As months pass, the situation worsens. I work as a bank clerk and often go out late with colleagues. I dread returning to our suburban home. Consequently, I see my son less, and his defiant behavior at school only escalates. I share everything with his teacher because he needs to understand what my son is going through and why he is so hard to manage. There’s a peculiar spark in his eyes as I describe the ruins of my marriage.

He, too, is in a relationship, but it’s a kind of open relationship where both partners do as they please. Very “hippie,” he lives in a communal house with others. It seems so much more exciting than my life! One evening, infuriated by my husband’s complaints about my neglect of the household, I head straight to the teacher’s place. It’s only a ten-minute walk, and since he’s described it well, I’m confident I can find it. And I do.

We talk deep into the night. Soon, we fall in love. I don’t go back home. Indeed, his place is like a hostel: always bustling, with music playing, laughter, and life. I relish this taste of freedom. Naturally, things with my husband get very complicated. I lose custody of my son for several years. I feel incredibly ashamed and guilty for putting him through this. Thankfully, it’s already March, and the school year is well underway, so he doesn’t have to endure this odd situation of “my mom lives with my teacher and not with me” for too long. Since he’s young, I simply tell him that mommy really likes the teacher, and for now, prefers to stay with him. But he’s sad not having me at home.

The following year, I become pregnant with my first daughter, but I wait until my son starts middle school to regain custody every other week. It’s painful, but I’m convinced I made the right choice. Thankfully, we grow much closer as soon as we’re reunited. He’s thrilled to be a big brother to two little sisters and takes great care of them. Even though it remains a deep wound from his childhood, I believe he has forgiven me. Especially since his teacher has stood by my side for twenty years. And even though his former student is now 25 years old, I can tell you he still keeps an eye on him!