Being the other woman
The other woman has always been viewed as a homewrecker, side chick, the woman who devised the grand plan to steal another woman’s man. This is a title and description that no one should hold proudly, but there are those women who think otherwise.
Why do they settle for being the woman on the side?
Dainty:
I’m a side chick because it is less hassle, less stress. I leave that to his wife/girlfriend. I’m here for the fun of it. I’m not looking for a committed relationship, plus why would I when I can get a man who is willing to spend his money on me? A lot of wives feel as if because they are the wife they get the best and the woman on the side gets what is left of their spoils. But I can tell you that my man treats me well. I’m not eating turn cornmeal while the wife is eating chicken cordon bleu; if she is eating at a four-star restaurant, I’m eating at a five-star. We have gone on many vacations overseas, and he not only pays my rent and showers me with gifts, but he has also paid my way through university. I can’t be a side chick for a broke man and still turn around paying my own bills. In the name of what? If you want me to be your best-kept secret, then treat me like a well-kept one. I look good, real good, and know how to please a man. A lot of people might think that the reason why I’m a side chick is because I lack self-esteem, but again let me get this clear, I know my worth and value and not because I choose to do something that society frowns on makes me less of a person or a person with issues. I am an educated woman in a good job who has no problem being with your man.
Kita:
I never planned on being the woman on the side, it just happened that way. I fell in love with another woman’s man and started a family with him. When we met he told me that he wasn’t single, but what started off innocently got serious real fast. He was about to get married to this woman and I was a few months away from having his first child, so it was hard for me to break up with him. I loved him but hated the fact that he didn’t love me as much because he was about to marry the one he loved. Before I knew it the time flew by and five years and two children later, I’m just the mother of his outside kids. He now has three kids. He’s a good father but no one knows about me or his sons, no one. I would want my kids to meet his family, know their grandparents, even their sister, but I know it’s not going to happen because I’m just the woman on the side.
