Rose is the Other Woman

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My name is Rose, and I am the other woman and have been for years now. Not only have I helped someone cheat, I have cheated on partners of my own to be with this person. I have warned guys upon entering a relationship with them that I will sleep with this person given the chance, but they seem to just shrug it off and not believe me, then act totally appalled when it happens. This just recently affected the relationship I was in. When I went to visit family, (the aforementioned person, who we will now refer to as John) John’s family, for Thanksgiving the shit hit the proverbial fan. I have been close to his family for years. They treat me like one of their own. Well when I arrived I got a surprise, John was there. A pleasant surprise, but a surprise none the less, He was up here alone, wife stayed behind to stay with her family. So, the inevitable happened.

Well after an awesome week together he had to head home to the wife, and I was supposed to head home to my fiance, but I ended up staying with his family. John and I are in pretty much constant contact, but it still sucks. I don’t have him here to cuddle with, to talk to in person, and to share my bed with. Also knowing that someone out there refers to me as a “Home Wrecker”. I am not proud of what we do, but I do love John, and I wouldn’t give up having him in my life for anything. He has been the one constant in my life for the last 10 years. He makes me feel sexy, special, and most importantly Loved. I feel loved.

I am sure there are tons of horror stories out there from other women who are “the other woman”. And while my situation does suck, it’s not that bad. I do hope that we can be a real couple again, but I won’t hold my breath. I’ll be happy that I have him at all. I miss him, all the time. I hate that we have this in our way of being ‘us’ but things are changing on that front. I suppose unlike a lot of relationships where there isn’t a chance that they are ever going to leave their wife, I have the advantage of knowing that he is in the process of doing just that. I guess the worst part about this is the wait, waiting for things to fall into place, waiting to see him again, waiting to not be the other woman any more. I have put a lot of time and energy into our relationship, and I am just ready for it to all work out.

I do have fear, and even a little guilt, but as in a life from one of my favorite songs from A Chorus Line: “Cant forget, wont regret what I did for love.” I do not regret my choices, and the only thing I wish I could have changed is how I have treated other partners because of this.