I lived with the guilt of living with a
cuckold.
I lived with the
anguish of having two men love me.
The other man wanted to be the one to wed me.
I
selfishly gave of myself to
two men.
I watched as my best
friend turned lover spiralled into depression because he could never have all of me.
Then, it was over.
There was another woman.
Jealousy. Hurt. Rejection.
What did she have that I didn't? Why wasn't I enough for him? Why couldn't he be happy with the love I have for him? How could I be such a hypocrite? Polygamy is a great idea, but difficult in practice.
I will never be the other woman.
I know too well how it feels.