Karla, bassoon (cheating)

It was as if the melody of my life had risen to a perfect crescendo. Sebastian and I, both rooted in the world of music, found ourselves in a symphony orchestra of love. He, a gifted star violinist, and I, devoted to the sound of the bassoon. Our love was a symphony, played by the gentle bows and deep notes that connected us.

But the subtle nuances began to change when I realized that my feelings were not as harmonious as the sounds we were making together. Deep down, I knew that my passion did not belong exclusively to my husband. My ventricle was beating to the beat of a forbidden melody, one that I had previously hidden from my loving husband Sebastian.

The realization of my own sexual orientation crept quietly into my heart, like a delicate melody that gradually grew louder. I found myself in a sea of emotions that turned my previous idea of love and relationships upside down.

The first signs were subtle, like gentle sounds that rose up inside me and demanded attention. Small gestures, glances and touches from women touched my heart in a way I had never known before. It was as if my soul began to understand a different language, one that spoke of a deep connection and intimacy.

At first I felt confused and unsure, as if I had to read a new score to understand the notes of my own heart. I realized that the romantic dreams I had previously experienced in my relationship with Sebastian were no longer the only melody that resounded within me.

I asked myself questions about my identity, about societal expectations and about how my love for women fitted into my life so far. Confronting these thoughts felt like opening a musical score that contained previously unplayed notes.

A subtle shadow settled over our relationship as I began to hide the truth from my husband. Instead of telling him about my true feelings, I let jealousy dramas play out on the stage of our relationship. A confusion of feigned emotions that helped me hide my own insecurities.

Things were about to get more complicated when John joined our orchestra. A talented conductor and a long-time friend of my husband, he was now to direct our music. John, a master of harmonies and dissonances, suddenly became another player in my personal drama.

Sebastian and John - two men who touched my heart in their own way. One through the tender vibrations of the violin, the other through the artful leadership of an orchestra. An arc of tension was built up between the two that I hardly dared to overcome.