Don’t cringe your nose at the thought of the ‘cheater’ being heart broken. They say dreams are free and she’s hurting to have dreamt up this nightmare.
Let me start my monologue by apologising in advance. We fall in love, many times without our heads. We can’t tell our hearts who and what to race for and sometimes the music is so beautiful and we find ourselves moving to the rhythm. The other woman here is sorry for falling in love with your husband.
The other woman is sorry for breaking up your home.
She’s sorry for causing you long and lonely nights ( trust me she knows just how hurting this is)
The other woman is sorry about the white lies you had to swallow, those mornings you questioned your sanity
Lip stick stains, motel room receipts, the too frequent business meetings.
It’s not her fault he came to her, it’s not yours either whether you created a vacuum.
But see her as a victim just like you. Admire her superb taste, she fell for him way hard just like you.
You can bet she was cheated too, lied to and drowned by emotions.
He told her he loved her
He told her he’s only still there because of the kids
Heck y’all don’t even share the same bedroom, nor have had sex since the last child
He told her he’s fallen out of love with you
Who was there to stop her from dreaming. This could have been her own fairytale.
How could she not have tended to the roses, she’s human, woman just like you.
The garden appeared abandoned and she was right to nurture it.
There’s this war by women on women, that is aimed at seeing the devil in the home breaker. I haven’t read Toke’s Makinwa ‘on Becoming’ but I was happy when I saw a chapter on the other woman.
Maybe she will vilify her , be indifferent, hate her or congratulate her. I am eager to know. But my piece is for those other women who can’t cry out in public or mourn their loss too loudly.
They are victims too.
Chukulee 