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.

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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!

Footsteps

I follow the footsteps, but I get tired. I look around. There is chair; I sit in it. I enjoy the waves and the sunset. The footsteps are big. They seem like they start running. What are they running too? Or from? I don’t see any other foot prints but mine. Maybe I am walking in some one else’s foot prints?

I’m in no hurry. I like to look around take it all in. What’s the hurry? Why are they running? Who are they running from? Are they running to someone? I don’t want to follow in someone else’s footprints. I want to make my own. I bet if I sit here long enough the waves will erase the footprints. Well then, who or what will I follow? I have traveled this far alone  I guess the future will be the same.

I did feel excited when I was walking by the foot prints but when they ran I sat down. I am not in that much of a hurry I would rather enjoy where I am. I love it the sunset is so pretty tonight.

Maybe I was put on this earth to be alone. Maybe I will find someone who wants to walk by my footsteps. I’m not going to worry about what I can’t change. I am just going to rest, take in the sunset, and let the waves reset the footprints