I cannot match up to the other woman. Even after 11 years with this man, I know that I'm not his unfailing love. He has spent his adult life yearning and lusting for the other woman. I'm so lonely I could cry.
Physically I'm no match for the other woman. She is tall and curved
with a honey brown glisten that radiates confidence. I'm pale and
heavy set, nothing too special , yet my heart does match my body
size.The look in my husband's eyes when he first spots her tells all there is
to know. He is making love to her with his entire self. I know he has
reached an orgasm just by the look in his eyes - the look that I've
never received. I'm so lonely I could cry.The other woman is a silent thief, suffocating her prey oh so gently,
almost willing them to die for her. The unexpecting fool who follows
her finds a slow agonizing zombie like life instead of all the
wonderful promises that were just too good to be true. Death creeps
into her lover and overtakes his life and everlasting soul, slowly
chipping away at life's breath and ambition leaving an empty shell
void of any real feeling except for her - the other woman.
You might think - leave!!! Leave him to the other woman. I can't,
I'm afraid for his safety for you see that the other woman is a bottle
of Canadian Whiskey. She loves him, then leaves him and I must be
there to pick him up from his plunge into the dark side. I will never
beat out the other woman for my husband's love but I'm afraid that
this romance will soon be over.You see that I'm fighting a losing battle, her strength and beauty
shadow me like an apparition. In this type of fight the good guys
don't always prevail, in fact the other woman will always win.I'm so lonely I could cry.Vicky McClain© 1997
