Being the Other Woman

When someone doesn't feel loved, they might go looking for it. They could even make the mistake of looking for it in the wrong places with the wrong people. It just happens that's exactly what I did. Everyone makes mistakes and mine was falling for a person l knew I would never have. What is it with feeling a rush when you do something wrong but exciting? Why do we feel so powerful while doing a thing you know you'll eventually regret? It's these questions I ask myself to this day. I no longer feel anything for what happened, but I still wonder about it.

Meeting him was as normal as any other day. He was a friend of a friend and only saw me once when he asked our mutual friend for my number. Of course my friend asked me first so it was okay and I happily obliged. It was only a week of flirting back and forth before we slept with each other, and let me tell you, I didn't plan on stopping. We had that special talk before anything happened, how we were only friends having a good time, and both wanted nothing more. This was true. I didn't seek anything other than sex, at first, but eventually I started connecting with him and gaining feelings, as most people do in this situation. Then I found out there was one small problem, he had a girlfriend.

I want to tell anyone reading this, in no way did I know he had a girlfriend through any of this, and when I realized that he did, I brought it up immediately to which he denied it. I kept on prodding him for days and he would deny it endlessly, which gave me hope until I started getting strange calls from unknown or blocked numbers. I found out I was the other woman by threatening calls and voicemails. When it first started happening, I thought someone had the wrong number, but I eventually traced it back to him. The person leaving the voicemails, a female, would say things no one would know unless they read the text messages between him and I, or was told them by him. When I brought this up to him, he called me crazy, or told me not to worry about it, that it was nothing. That's when it hit me, none of this mattered because the connection I thought we had wasn't there.

This man had done nothing but lie to me. He lied about his whole life, everything I thought we had in common, and most importantly about having a girlfriend. When I broke it off and he kept persisting, I also realized the kind of person he really was, the person he was all along. He was a man that couldn't take no for an answer, he was vile person, a liar, and a cheat. Being the other woman was never what I imagined. I never thought I'd feel closure after everything between him and I, but I did. I knew that after everything that happened, none of it was my fault, and that he was the one that made the mistakes.

After about a week of snooping and detective work, I finally found out who his girlfriend was and she didn't know about me at all. The girl leaving me voicemails was, in fact, another girl he was sleeping with who was angry that he had more than one side piece. I felt terrible for his girlfriend, she didn't deserve what he was doing to her at all and I hope one day she can forgive him like I am. I forgive him for letting him hurt me, I forgive him for playing me, I forgive him for lying to me, and lastly I forgive him for myself. I was naive for thinking a man like him could ever be with a girl like me, but I'm foolish no more. I will never again be the other woman.