
It still haunts me to this day.
Long ago, I was the other woman, the mistress, and the villain.
I’ve documented this experience in previous posts. It was a confusing, emotional and destructive time in my life, to say the least.
Side note… the ladies at Mamamia share things they’re hiding from their partners. Post continues below.
I’m far away from all of that now. It’s been many years since that drama unfolded into a finale of heartbreak, tears, and fury. But the pain never really goes away completely.
Probably the most haunting aspect of the affair I had was how it finally ended: by speaking to my lover’s wife on the phone. And she wanted details.
She found my number on her husband‘s phone bill and called me. She had actually called me several times over the course of the affair. She knew I existed. But I would never answer the call. Until I did.
I was done. I was done with the lying, the secrecy, and my lover’s cowardice. He had told me he and his wife were not in and were not intimate anymore — hadn’t been for years. But it became clear that it was all a lie.