Dear... Wife Of My Future Husband
I’m the other woman.
You might think to yourself, “Oh she is just a side chick.” That’s not exactly the case. The fact is that I’m also in an unfulfilled marriage. We chose each other to confide our feelings in, vent about our other relationships. We share the common misery of being with people we no longer love or care about. We simply stay for our kids. When he's having a bad day he runs to me. When you're being hateful and ignoring him, he comes to me. When he's in a bad mood, I take care of him. Oh love, that smile that’s on his face or change in attitude? I put that there and made him happy again. In fact, me and your husband had a child together as well. It ended in a miscarriage. We're trying for another currently. I've played with your toddler and rocked him to sleep. I’ve been in your house. We made love to each other while you were asleep upstairs in your bed. We’ve had sex in your car and his. We’ve had sex in my bed, yours and my truck. Sometimes he’d wish that you would just catch us already and leave. You put a tracker on him, when you started feeling insecure and suspicious. It didn’t stop a damn thing. Because he’s willing to risk it all and not for you. You'll eventually catch on and move on with your life. I love him and he loves me. I'd move mountains for the man you've treated like shit.