The other woman

So women always fear “the other woman.”  What happens if you were always the “other woman.” I somehow have fallen into this role most of my life. I became the person people hate. “The other woman.” I’m really not sure why or when it started.  I have been single on my own for so long. I really don’t even remember how it feels to have a partner—someone to share your life with. I must give out that vibe. I’m the fun girl, not the girl they chose long-term. Oddly was like before marriage. I was married for 12 long years. Then I was set free! I fell right back into my role. Always single. Do I like being the other woman? It’s not like I set out looking to be. I guess I kind of like the fact they will never get attached. I still have the freedom to do what I want.

Maybe it’s the thrill of it. I’m not really sure. I do know why I never trust anyone. I tried finding Mr. Right, but my Mr. Right was someone else’s. That seemed to be the theme of my life. I gave in and decided just go with it. For most of my life, I am just single. Do I fear I will be forever? Yes, for sure. How will life change if it has yet to this far? Will I always be “the other woman”? Or will I find a guy who chooses me? Someone who will see all the love I have to give. Who will see past the damaged heart? Someone who helps me change the path of destruction that I am on. I guess we shall see, but for now, I will continue to live free!

The Storm!

The weather man had been talking about it for days! It’s the big one. It’s coming. We all waited for the storm, watching closely, but continuing on with our lives; trying to figure out if it was going to hit, or not, and how big it was going to be. Everyone did the best they could to prepare for it. Sometimes you just never know how bad it will be.

Do I stay or do I leave? Do I wait out what could hurt me? I could lose everything . Then again, maybe I will be fine. I have been through storms before and I always made it just fine.

I need to protect myself and kids, so I believe the best thing to do is leave; leave before the storm hits…before I could get hurt. If my stuff gets ruined that is fine, it’s just stuff. I cannot be replaced, nor my kids.

So I left until the storm had passed. I could tell there was a lot of damage done. So many people lost so much. I just lost money on hotels and gas. I got to spend time with my boys. We made memories that I will remember forever.

I returned after the storm hit. It had finally gone away. It seemed like it was going to stay forever. Some places were hit harder then others. It took down so many strong trees. This storm was powerful! It made a mess and destroyed people’s lives, but it didn’t care at all. I am not sure how many more storms like this I can handle. I am really hoping this is the last big storm to hit. I was fine, and my boys, and all my stuff. Next time I might not be as lucky.

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