Maybe, it’s just me, but I refuse to be the other women!
Recently, I hosted a fabulous dinner party for some sister-friends. The merriment was deliciously over flowing as we talked non-stop for hours. Our conversation covered an assortment of topics ranging from our careers to our fears. As we said our goodbyes, one sister-friend remained behind to tell me the latest scoop. Sadly, I learned that our fellow sister-friend’s husband had been “creeping in the dark.”
Coincidentally, the next day I met a lady who pitifully and emotionally lamented to an all female group that her 29-year marriage had just ended due to the sordid, salacious, and slutty conduct from the “other woman.”
At the on-set, let me confess—-I love and adore my “tall drink of water” and strive in earnest each day to abide by Proverbs 31 (the Virtuous Woman). However, admittedly, there have been two or three moments over the life span of our marriage when the DNA, chemistry, and sex appeal that I inherited from my roving-eye dad made me want to tempt fate to see if the grass was truly greener on the other side. Then, just as quickly as I had that insatiable urge, curiosity, and fatalistic thought, like a rubber band, (thankfully) my senses snapped me back to reality. In other words, I refused to be the other women!
Home wreckers, if I can leave you with one request, I need you to please re-read the last sentence of the aforementioned paragraph over and over and over and over and over again.
Why? Because as a teenager, I witnessed first-hand how my mom’s third marriage incinerated over night when the other woman (her niece) secretly used her sexual prowess to cleverly snatch my step-father from our lives. Tragically, my step-father left behind three step-daughters who desperately needed a father’s love, presence, and guidance, a newly borne son, and a grieving wife who slowly sank into despair. Each of us never recovered from this numbing betrayal and excruciating experience.
Home wreckers, your life of occasional sex, random clandestine visits, coupled with a drive-thru romance is hurtful and is tantamount to lunacy. You deserve more from life instead of constantly being on stand-by as the “object of your affection” (a married man) tends to his familial obligations and responsibilities. Conversely, it goes without saying that the married man’s family, justifiably, deserves the totality of him, too!
Maybe, it’s just me, but I refuse to be the other women!
Home wreckers, most married women could probably attest that chances are you may not be the first, the only, or the last one who competes for his sex, his companionship, his time, and his attention. Most adulterers are addicted and desire serial conquests—–whether the women are singled, married, widowed, or divorced. To him your marital status doesn’t matter so long as the object of his desire (stupid you) readily avail yourself to his unscrupulous appetite and incognito calls.
Home wreckers, I once read that “if you start a relationship being the other woman, you will never be the only woman.”
As I said, maybe it’s just me, but I refuse to be the other women!
