TALES OF THE OTHER WOMAN.

April 29, 2018 5 Comments

Let’s talk a little, no condemnation, no judgement, just a group of online people having a conversation on what’s real.


Finding love these days seems like an almost impossible mission, you find a good looking clean, already made dude and  Nigga is taken in marriage, you find one you don't mind building the future with, and Bros is in something serious, and when you think you've finally  found the one you can manage a bit, either Chairman is full of himself or has little or no qualities ( not physical attributes though) to what you want in a man.

Now the question is Ever been in the shoe of the other woman? like being tagged the side dish, well if you haven’t sit down relax and feed your mind on this beautiful story.

Growing up was so much fun for me, with lots of beautify fantasies on how my love life would go, but as luck would have it, they never played out that way.  It all started at very tender age, when all I ever admired was my chiro master whose height was the perfect definition of Mr. Tall man, or had the thick voice of sweep me off my feet baby.. I had crushed on him for more than 2 years, but didn't seem to get noticed by him that I had to join the school choir so as to get noticed by him..


Boobs so firm, ass cringed to skirt was what I had thought would be my weapon of seduction, but man wasn't having any of it, as he had the principles of not messing with young girls which I didn't mind if he did with me, cause all I wanted was to know what it felt like to be love by someone more mature and responsible for his actions…

I thought that was all till Mr K came knocking, he made me feel like the perfect school girl who had all going for her, in terms of getting away with anything she did.  At first, I didn't pay attention to this, the fact I was getting attracted to older guys or men, or guys who were emotionally unavailable either by marriage or by serious relationship where getting attracted to me.

Meeting him made me realize there was something fundamentally wrong with me, like what young girl on earth lack young, single and vibrant toasters, instead of people who just cared about chopping and cleaning month…  

Mr O, was just the perfect definition of child abuse, and the sounding alarm that I was going the part of the other woman. Like why must they all be elderly with either a divorce case at hand, a wife at home or a lady they are crazily in love with. He was 40 and I was 19, yeah you heard right, and all he cared for was getting married to a nigerian wife who would take care of his Nigeria establishments, and his sexual needs whenever he came back.

I avoided Mr. O with my last breath, and thought it was all over, till Mr. D came along, what must be wrong with me I screamed, why can't I just find my own I asked, my own that would love me with no divided attention, with no stories on how we should enjoy the moments when it last, why can't I find my own high school sweetheart, at least few years older than me won't hurt, but they kept coming in older numbers, I think at some point, my heart got so accustomed to them being taken and me playing the role of the other woman, the woman who had to keep shut while they were on calls, the woman who had to be there when they needed a change of soup (sex), the woman who they called when the felt bored, the woman who the had as an option.
Looking back now, I think this experiences made  the young available dudes seemed like Child's play to me, cause I became familiar with family orientated men, who knew how to treat a woman right, and use the right words on her, who knew how best to satisfy a woman sexually even without meeting her emotional needs cause inasmuch as they kinda had the cash to spend, I wanted something more, something they weren't all able to give cause they had it on reserve for the queen of their hearts….


It almost skiped my mind before Mr. D came by, Mr. W had made me see things differently, he made me feel like I was the only girl in the world, with him I thought I had found live and happiness, but you know until you love yourself, you can never be truly loved…. I loved myself cause I was all I had in the world, yet this thing called love didn't seem to work out well…
After Mr. W was done with his tenure,he avoided me like a plague, I was shocked at this, I thought i want the world to him, i thought i was all he wanted,what went wrong, has the abroad babes taken the love of my life away, i asked all this questions in anticipation of an answer till it happened....


Hell no, I can't sell out all details right now, to be continued in next post TALES OF THE OTHER WOMAN 2...

Hope you enjoyed this read, and can't wait to get the full gist, well let me know how you or anyone has been affected by being the other woman in the comment section bellow, or for more privacy, fill the contact form down bellow....

Thanks for reading and stay glued for the second part of it....

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