Learning That You're the Other Woman

In recent discussions, I've seen people react very harshly toward a person who is the third wheel when someone is cheating on their partner. While yes, some people do know what they're up against, starting something with someone who is taken, some people do not - and I wanted you to hear my story of what once was.

This myTake is my personal story of one time, inadvertently being the other woman.

Many years ago, I was a single, twenty-something, out of a relationship from about three years earlier, and feeling lonely. I was looking for love, and was tired of spinning my wheels in the bar scene. I had had my share of good times, casual sex, but I was starting to focus on something more grounded.

Learning That Youre the Other Woman

That's when he came along. He, who was single, handsome, and so different from the rest. He wasn't involved in the nightlife bar scene from what I knew. He had his own business, and in his mid-thirties, he was already in a position to semi-retire, having worked so much throughout his adult life. But one wouldn't know it to look at him. He was plainly dressed, and slightly unkempt.

We met at my workplace as he was one of my boss's clients. He was from Holland, and moved to my city a few years earlier. I spoke English and so did he. This brought us together right away. From there, I saw him frequently at my workplace. No wedding ring, no talk of a woman, no nothing. Finally he asked me out. He said he was divorced and had three children (who all were in Holland). I was fine with this. I didn't mind him having children, and if we got serious, seeing them during the holidays was fine by me.

He had said his one flaw was his overworking. He said it was the downfall of his marriage. Even up until recently he worked too much and just wanted to semi-retire and have a relaxing life. This explained why he rarely went out. It explained why he and his ex-wife had problems. But he didn't want to have that life with the ex-girlfriend as she was too wild for his liking. This was the woman he had as a rebound after his marriage. He admitted she was the polar opposite of his wife and a bad choice. Now, he was starting over and looking for something more meaningful.

Learning That Youre the Other Woman

I invited him to my apartment where he introduced me to some imported beer, and we played cards. He talked about his ex-girlfriend. I guess he had had many problems with her, and I was listening to how bad it was. Apparently she as quite wild, and really only interested in his money. I could sympathize as I knew being a woman who made her own money that I had also had men happily spend my money for me too. It was nice to meet someone who knew the value of an earned dollar.

After a few dates, he kissed me. I had wanted him to since I first saw him. Now it was happening -- we were officially romantically involved.

As we got to know each other, I learned so much about his work, his children, his life in Holland. I learned how much he loved to travel, as did I. We both spoke more than one language, making our future travel plans so much more easy as a couple. After about a month, I felt it. I was falling in love.

Learning That Youre the Other Woman

He had spent some nights at my apartment, and even took me out of town to hotels to spend weekends away. It was about one month that I felt something was amiss. He had not offered to have me at his house. When I asked him about it, he described very convincingly that his recent ex-girlfriend still stayed in the house and would be until she was moving, but until then that's why he avoided being at home.

About six weeks in to our relationship, I tried calling him on his cell, and couldn't get through, so I called him at the house. No answer there either. But he soon discovered when he checked his house phone that I made the attempt. He explained later that calling the house was not a good idea as his ex still was there, and seeing my number would be upsetting. It also could be upsetting for me if she answered as she was a wicked person and would say things just to hurt me.

I asked him if she knew about me. Emphatically, he answered yes. It's just that she wasn't pleased about it.

But the damage of me calling the house had been done. One evening, I came home from work and saw a message on my answering machine at home. It was her. She had copied and saved my phone number for one of these special occasions. In so many words, her voice was curt, very bullying, and said this: "This is Andrea, and I want to thank you for just jumping into our lives where you don't belong. Why are you causing so much trouble? Are you that arrogant that you think you can just come along and take Jans away from me? He doesn't even know why you are so persistent. Just fuck off, this is from both of us."

I kept the message for Jans to hear later on if he dared showing up at my apartment. He did. It was over. He said he wanted to go back to her and try saving their relationship. I said, "Let me guess.. it never really was over, was it?"

I was lied to. I was mortified that I was being so used. A man I never suspected it from, lied to both me and Andrea and basically used me as a tool to feed his needs while having problems with her.

This was someone who did not fit the bad-boy stereotype, and I was not a woman who was a hussy, but had unknowingly become one. I would have never got involved with another woman's man, and it sickened me to think I was responsible for being a part of someone's cheating. I felt stupid for knowing that somewhere in our meeting, he had such little value of me, thinking I could just be easily snowed and not have to worry about the consequences because I was the disposable person. I had no idea I gave off that vibe to any man.

I wanted to write this so that if presented with a story of someone's cheating, be open to the possibility that the person on the other end of the false relationship is usually in the dark just as much as the person being cheated on. I never meant to hurt anyone, and if anything it made me realize how important it is to not get so swept off my feet, and to really learn about the person I want to get serious about.

Thanks for reading.

Learning That Youre the Other Woman
Learning That You're the Other Woman
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