The other woman…

…he cheated the whole time!!

She was always in the picture,  both literally and figuratively.  She stood at the sideline waiting for moments of vulnerability to take over and charge the man I was with. She used my shortcomings to get him…but although I wanted to be mad with her, I couldn’t…she wasn’t my enemy, she was a victim of his as I was. He loves her and others while he loved me.

At one point, I too was the other women…what change…nothing. Just a different year, same drama with the other woman, me.