Life lessons
That Time I Was ‘the Other Woman’ and I Didn’t Care
That is, until I met his wife
It wasn’t my first trip around the ‘married man’ block. When I was in my early 20’s, I was banging some married truck driver. I had no morals or standards back then.
I was a waitress in a strip club. He was a regular. You can figure out the rest.
I did it because, at that time of my life, I could not care less who I was having sex with. It just didn’t matter.
Every time he was in town, we had sex. And then one day he told me he was falling in love with me.
Hard pass. I was done.
Fast forward to my early 40’s. I was desperately looking for love. Who isn’t? I had been on this dating site for some time. I dated a few and dumped a few.
I continuously received messages from this one man. He was married, and I knew it. I repeatedly told him no and to piss off. It just wasn’t my thing anymore.
I was looking for a relationship now, not casual sex.
He persisted…I caved.
He wasn’t anything special to look at, but he was extremely charming. He knew all the right things to say to a lonely, desperate single woman in her 40s.
