The Other Woman
I am the "Other Woman".
Not by choice. After a year plus, on and off, being with a man I called my boyfriend, I found out he's cheating on me. With his W.I.F.E. Technically-speaking, he cheated on his wife, with me. Politically-correct, in people's eyes, I'm the other woman.
I can't believe I've been reduced to his second best. His wife discovered me and I know I can't blame her for telling me off. But to call me a husband-stealer, is uncalled for. She wouldn't put the blame on him. Like he is a f****** saint who can do no wrong.
I know that if I'm somebody's wife, I would react the same way. But it wasn't a good feeling knowing you've been fooled and worse, the wife would labelled you "w****" for the rest of your life, regardless if her husband is in the wrong or right.
Its not as bad knowing your husband had strayed. Its not as bad knowing he acknowledged that he had done something unnecessarily stupid. But its TWICE as BAD not knowing you are the third wheel and the wife thinks negatively of you when you have no clue you are in a 3-way relationships. Men or women who does such makes people like me look bad. Well in fact, the married seducer was the real culprit. He or she should know better but no, cause they no they would not suffer much from it. Especially, when they know their spouses are the forgiving type, regardless the shittest things they've done.
And I've never been so mad, to the point I actually want to take his life, in my life, at anyone. And I finally actually understood the phrase,
"H*** hath no fury, like a woman scorns."