Just a mistress
I cry myself to sleep. i am his mistress, you know the other woman. he has a wife and kids and a home. i have an apartment (he pays for), drive his car, no kids, and sleep alone most of the time.
i love him, and i know he loves me. when he does stay with me i am in 7th heavan. the ** is out of this world.
i complained so bad, he picked me up after work and took me home to his wife and told her to talk to me about my place. can you imagine, his wife telling me that my place was to be quiet and supportive and give him fullfilment, and not to stray.
i will never be the wife, just the mistress.