I did. I wouldn't recommend it.
Nothing quite like a car door opening to a thoroughly angry mate, driving home while intoxicated (nearly ramming into a stop sign at 30 mph in the middle of the street) because you're genuinely worried she'll either hurt herself or justifiably destroy your possessions while simultaneously realizing the true depth of what you've done (and become), wind up throwing your monitor across the room because it seems like a good idea at the time, begging her to end it with you because neither of you are happy yet she somehow forgives you and you somehow continue the relationship...and she reminds you of it every argument since.
It's been a year. I'm still in this. I'm not quite sure how I got here.
Long story long; Don't do it, man up, and do what you have to do.
Also, on a related note, married women always liked me. (Current mate messed around with me while she was still married.)
Having experienced all of this, I've come to the conclusion that we're all sort of fucked up.
Nothing quite like a car door opening to a thoroughly angry mate, driving home while intoxicated (nearly ramming into a stop sign at 30 mph in the middle of the street) because you're genuinely worried she'll either hurt herself or justifiably destroy your possessions while simultaneously realizing the true depth of what you've done (and become), wind up throwing your monitor across the room because it seems like a good idea at the time, begging her to end it with you because neither of you are happy yet she somehow forgives you and you somehow continue the relationship...and she reminds you of it every argument since.
It's been a year. I'm still in this. I'm not quite sure how I got here.
Long story long; Don't do it, man up, and do what you have to do.
Also, on a related note, married women always liked me. (Current mate messed around with me while she was still married.)
Having experienced all of this, I've come to the conclusion that we're all sort of fucked up.