I’ve never been the kind of girl who is the other woman, that is…until now.
No lady ever walks into a relationship and says; sign me up to be the one he runs to. When I first learned the truth my natural reaction was to run, but in the moment where I turned on my heel and spun, I asked myself, am I really ‘the other woman’ or am I ‘the woman?’
I’m the one he says “I love you” to, the first he slept with, the one he trusts with his house key. I’m the one he lives close to, the one he calls when he gets off work to vent about his day, I’m the one who watches movies with him on weeknights, the one who comforts him, and loves his dog. I’m the one who sits with him at the doctor’s office and nods when they ask ‘Are you his wife or girlfriend?’ I’m the one who hands him the spatula when he’s cooking, and I’m the one who knows more about the way he feels about her than she does. I’m the one he runs to and I’m the one he trusts.
She’s the one who introduces him as her boyfriend, she’s the one who gave him her house key, she’s the one who calls to ask how his day was, she’s the one he takes to the movies on Saturday night, the one who comforts him and doesn’t like his dog. She’s the one who doesn’t know he’s sick (because that would make him human), the one he takes out to dinner, and she’s the one who doesn’t know I’m the one he’s thinking of, because she doesn’t know I exist. She’s the one he runs away from and she’s the one who trusts him.
He’s the kind of man who will always have one foot out the door. He doesn’t admit it to himself, who would? But the truth is years of great literary reads, songs about broken hearts and some of the world’s best poetry confirm that sometimes, that’s just who they are.
Therefore the future of a relationship together does not play into the mathematical equation because the reality is there is no chance for a future, if not for dignity now, then simply for morals alone.
The man isn’t trustworthy as a partner, but he’s trustworthy as a friend. During the darkest hour he is there, when you are afraid or alone he is comforting. When you are hurt, he lets you cry, when you need to laugh, he’s hysterical. And when you want him to devour your body in the way you’ve come to crave, he can, he will and he does.
He is 99% available and I’ve got 90%, but since when is 90% enough? Alright I give, I’m the other woman, when do I run?