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The Other Woman

In a few months of bliss with me, he told me he had made a mistake. He ran out on me, jumped in the car, and was planning what he would say to win you over.

He wanted to tell you himself, but a car got in the way - three actually.

So now I'm telling you, writing because I don't know how to face you. I don't know if I won because I was the last in his arms or if you won because you're the last in his heart.

Either way, I'm sorry. You deserve to be more than just "that woman he's married to," and I deserve to be more than "the other woman."

Story by:

Mandy Brown

submitted at 2:54am

9 February 2012

Mandy Brown's web:

mandyalyssbrown.weebly.com