‘I’m better than the woman, you had before me. I look and sound different from all of them.’ This is the phrase that shows how weak, selfish and self-centered we’re. ‘Well she’s just another woman he’s using, Sibu is my man’, some women have such conversations within themselves about overpowering, controlling and being in charge of that certain man’s life.
We forget that we’re all ‘the other women’ after a session or two, we’re all regarded as weak, worthless and too submissive. I don’t believe in all that ‘other women’ phrase, because regardless of how much you label this woman, at the end of the day you also end up under that same man, the other woman was under last night, years ago or even few minutes to hours ago. So basically there’s no formula for the way this man, should see you better than the other woman than being yourself. You’re loud be loud, you’re shy be shy, bold or smart, too sassy or petty, be it. Because at the end of the day that other women, have her vagina between her legs, not under her breasts or up her forehead. No!, we all have the same body parts but not personalities. We’re are so unique so much that I believe a woman is the most blessed creature in the world,we just need to acknowledge, accept and cheer for one another.
It’s 2017 now, he’s cheating on you then say, bye to him and move on. It’s not going to be easy but there’s nothing a heart can’t take after 4 days. Yes, you invested your time, love, body and soul to this person only to hear him say ‘you were the other woman, or she’s just another woman’, what is the ‘other woman’ is it an object, a glass of water, a bottle of beer or a door handle that he managed to grab on his way out. The other woman is it maybe a bin where unnecessary things are trashed in?. I personally feel like that phrase is used mostly by insecured people, people who think less of themselves, cowered people.
You are not the other woman, she’s not ‘the other woman’, no one is for that matter. We’re all women of different standards, styles and tastes. We’re all always mistaken for the door knob, for the glass of beer, bottle of wine or even a butterfly. And it’s okay, we can never be what people thought were, or expect us to be. They touch touch us with hands full of blood, eyes full of tears and lips full of validation, and expect us to be pure, calm and honest. While they weren’t looking for us but we somehow fitted the picture but not the frame, they then attack, mock us and stone us to death with phrases like, ‘When I dated so and so, my life wasn’t like this’, ‘ You the best woman I ever had ‘, forgetting that those women were being the puppets of his show, until this time or something hit him, he realized his hands wasn’t supposed to be there.
Women, you are not an option, object, nor a glass or a mistake, nor an opinion, or even stain of coffee unto his shirt. You’re a wonderful woman and you matter. The other woman.