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The Other Woman Written some time ago by someone who knows what it is to be treated as unimportant....... slave abidah The Other Woman I do not know when it became all right to be the other woman. Perhaps it was 11 years back when he promised the pig-tailed me that he would marry me. Perhaps it was because he wanted to have an extra-marital affair with a girl yet more than a decade younger then him or his wife. Or perhaps it was that night in the discotheque when your tongue explored the insides of my neck. Maybe it was the night you got into your car<b> drunk </font></b>with your wife in your arms as I stayed back at the party you threw. Perhaps the idea of happily ever after burnt itself in the virulent flame of holy matrimony. Perhaps it got destroyed along with me on the marriage bed. Perhaps it was the Master I fucked who swore his life to me, and only promised to love his wife. Perhaps it was all the revenge cutting and binge eating and smoking I engaged in. Perhaps it is that there were never any fingers running through my unruly hair. Perhaps it is that I was never cuddled to sleep or the crooks of those arms were not mine to keep. The time I received was always measured, the times I sobbed alone were however unmeasured. So yes, I suppose it is a title I will keep. I am the other woman, I will always be. WAIT a damn minute younger me......fuck that. I should of been stronger. At least I learned lessons. This time around I cut it off so quickly before I could even become The other woman. |
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