Women Like Me

Painting by Steve Hanks

I wish I could say, I am one of a kind 'nice' woman. I can't. I am better than a lot of women out there and though I feel like apologizing for 'my kind' again and again, I know the time is near when I will stop. And accept who I am. I am the other woman and I always will be, whether I am ruining another woman's home or not. I will always be the 'Other Woman' I am that kind. Unapologetic-ally so.

As I wrote to a dear friend of mine, ' There are women like me. What can I say? I find my self in the middle of know-it-all housewives talking about how being the 'right kind of wife' ensures your man will never wander. How if he gets what he goes out looking for, at home, he will have no need to go elsewhere. Hogwash! I try telling them it's crap they've been taught by women of another generation, women in denial, wrapped up in the bubble wrap of righteousness! They have no right deluding another generation. 

Men will always wander. It is in their nature. They cannot help it. And when it comes to the men on our side of the planet, they are also plagued with double standards. Standards that have been embedded in them by another generation of delusional women living in denial. And not to forget every man has a huge part of that woman in him. His spirit, his DNA. They would not dare marry the kind of women that they want to spend the rest of their lives with. They marry the 'right kind of woman' get bored with her, whether they realize it or not and go out looking for what their inner self has got hem really craving for. A woman they can have as an equal, some one who has a personality of her own. Some one who can challenge them. Be there for them and not just expect them to be there. 

Then there is the kind who finds a woman like that. Get attracted, win her over, but once she becomes or is about to become their better half, they piss in their pants and start changing her in to the 'acceptable kind.' The women mostly do comply. They get married and not six months go by before the gentlemen start feeling bored and missing the woman they thought they were marrying but she is the 'acceptable wife' category now. The buggers rush out looking for a woman who would match their needs, not giving a hoot and a wonker to the one sitting at home, a man-made reincarnation of her former self. 

There is a third  kind as well. They marry the brave independent woman. They do not change her. They start a life with her and can't handle the woman that she is. They panic, feel trapped, they run.

There are others who run as well. They don't all run to the challenging women, they run to the whimpering, clingy kind as well when their ego needs a massage.

WTF! Better get used to the fact that they are born to run to the other woman. Accept it soon and get over with it. When those women don't believe me and give me the 'poor her' looks, what I itch to tell them, but don't, the words that I swallow are, 'You better believe me missus, I know what I am talking about and I know what you have been taught is nothing but delusional crap! I know because when they leave your kind at home, poring over the children's homework and the next day's menu, they come to my kind!'