I mentioned to you about that I was also having an
affair. This affair did have a small bit
of sex in it but for the most part it was all talk and no action. Looking back on it now I can laugh because as
later in life it had become hysterical.
It seems to remind me so much of the book that I read a long time ago,
“Job: A Comedy of Justice” Loki seems to
be having fun with the guy in this book and it seems to me that someone of a
higher power is having fun with me in some parts of my life. At the time it was really strange how things
were playing out.
We lived in the house in Spotsylvania County in
Thornburg. Enough said about that. We needed to have someone dig out the line
from the well to the house to lay the pipe for our water. Well, my husband knew someone at work who
knew someone who could do this work. He
sometimes got a ride with her and her mother.
They lived about a mile further down our road. So the guy comes to the house and starts
digging the trench. I be nice and take
him out a glass of water. What I have
learned in this life is that if you are nice you will get punishment coming
back to you. I do not know what it is
about being nice that most time will come back to bite me in the arse later. Anyway, as time progresses this guy was
falling in love with me. I did, several
times tell him to leave me alone and that I was married. I even called him Satan right to his face,
but things got out of hand and we began seeing each other. Like I said it was really strange how this
was all convoluting. I desperately
needed someone to talk too and he was someone to listen to me. He told me that he would help me study in my
subjects that I had problems with. I was
trying to go to college to become a nurse and was having problems in Algebra,
History, Accounting and Government.
Helping me in these subjects didn’t really happen because we would end
up talking about my situation and my husband and all that. I could not keep up with the classes, be a
wife and mother and run the “farmette” that we had. It was all just too much and so I flunked. This
was also about the time that we got robbed.
I also had some minor surgery at this time and the stitches got
infected. That was very uncomfortable. I had a tubal ligation because……well I will
explain that in another chapter that goes along with my rape that I
experienced.
We ended up moving to Florida and I he called me and we
talked several times then. I was even
saving up to go visit him. That was when
it got really strange and I should have broke it off then, but……. I did go on a trip on a train to go and visit
him for a weekend. It was a 16 hour
trip, one way. I did not see him and he
called once to tell me that he had to work.
So I got back to Florida.
He didn’t call me for a while and then my husband and I divorced and we
moved up to a place in Virginia. He then
started calling me again and we talked about things and he asked me to marry
him and that I could get my wedding gown ready.
I did not get a wedding gown and glad that I didn’t. He had told me a while before that he was
married and they got a divorce. I didn’t
think anything of it.
Fast forward…..I am living with my ex for a short time, my
friend calls and I am to go visit him in Philadelphia. I thought that was so cool and I pack a
suitcase with my stuff in it. I was
going to be spending the night. I was
told not to go outside the apartment because they were not supposed to have
visitors. We did see each other then and
when he left for work I wrote him a love letter and left it on the coffee table
and left for home.
I got home and there was a message on the answering machine
from some woman telling me to go back to the apartment my friend was living
in. She said that she had something very
important to tell me. It was the longest
3 hours or maybe it was 4 hour drive I have ever taken. I was wondering who this other woman was and
why she called and how she got my number and what she wanted to tell me. All kinds of things ran through my head while
driving up there. I didn’t want to make
any assumptions and so I parked the car and walked up to the door.
I opened the door and walk up some stairs an there was this
“other” woman sitting there on the couch.
She got up and shook my hand and told me her name. Then she told me how long she had been seeing
him and she showed me his wife’s shoes in the closet. We both decided to confront him when he came
home from work.
We both chat until he gets home and when he does….The look
on his face when he comes up the stairs and sees us both there is
priceless. He had a stone face. He thought that we would not do this to him. Oh but he was wrong, very wrong. Although in the movie, The Other Women, they
play with the guys affections and have a blast doing so. The two of us decided to move on. I talked to
my friend and barraged him with all kinds of questions, none of which he could
give a clear answer too.
Thinking back on this, I can also remember this guy’s mother
hitting on my husband. It just seemed
strange that she had a husband and that she would ask my husband to come and
fix her car for her. It just did not
make sense. Like I said this was the
weirdest experience I have been in and do not know what it was all about to
this day. I really think someone is
playing games with me, just like in the book “Job: A Comedy of Justice”.
I think it really funny too that the movie “The Other
Women”, with Cameron Diaz in it was made a while after my “Other Woman”
experience. I never thought that I would
be the Other woman and also have another Other woman in a relationship like
that. Video: http://youtu.be/-5j59SGiz3U
I was truly The Other Woman in some sort of invisible
triangle.
The funny or weird thing about all of this is when I met my husband
he finally called me back. You see I
could never call him because I could not get his phone number from him. Oh the red flags with this one that I did not
see or they were nicely tucked out of my sight. Anyway when he called I told him that I was
breaking up with him for good. Oh I was
kind of after that fateful visit to his apartment and meeting another The Other
Woman. I cried and I do not know why I
cried. I guess I was stooopid to the max
with this one. Anyway what he said to me
was that he respected me. Now how it the
h*** is that respect to have two other women and a wife.
You can laugh because I do now think this is really
hilarious that I went through this. I
just wished that I knew he had a real wife and another Other Women before. Oh I do not think it would have saved my
marriage because he was caught in his affair way before this one of mine. If I didn’t have a friend, HA friend, like
him to confide it I think I would have just died. He was there for moral support if anything at
all. I was experiencing moderate
depression then and was on medication. He
did make me tell my husband about my rape.
Something was very wrong with that too.
He blackmailed me to tell my husband that I was raped and by whom. That
was when I also told me husband that I was having an affair. My husband said nothing and rolled over and
went to sleep.
Hopefully, I will never have to play the part of the Other
Woman again. I will tell you about my
rape experiences in another chapter, because that one was bizarre too…according
to my ex. That was the start of the
divorce process in my mind then and that was before we moved to Florida. To the point of just about two years ago, it
did not seem to be that my life was under my control.
Video, I’m in love with the other woman: http://youtu.be/wcQgSwKL9lY
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a.k.a Lady Guinevere
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