02/27/2015 01:06 pm ET Updated Feb 27, 2015

IT HAPPENED TO ME: I Was The Fat Mistress

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We’d meet secretly at a park. This way, when he told his wife he was going running, he wasn’t telling a lie — just omitting some crucial parts of the truth. He’d get his run in eventually, before or after our encounter. I should have taken this as proof he was a liar at heart, but I ignored it. He wasn’t the only one not telling the truth.

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