Post by lover on May 23, 2017 2:47:30 GMT -5
A Letter to my Lover's Wife (Part 1)
Dear Allie,
Your husband charmed his way into my arms and captivated me in every way that a man could possibly do so.
But this letter is not about him,
it's about you and me and who we are to one another.
Although we haven't met yet, I feel like i've known you all along.
From the first day that I Facebook stalked you, I knew there were more than meets the eye between us.
I analyzed each photo,
admired your girl next-door demeanor,
contemplated your sweet smile and wondered if you smiled that way in the morning when you would open your eyes and find your husband laying next to you gazing deeply into them
while gently stroking your beautiful face.
I wondered if your soft, full lips parted every time he kissed you to allow your breaths to mingle far longer than they should.
I wondered if, when he ran his fingers through your voluminous dark strands,
you would tilt your head back as if to say, "My darling, I will cater to your every whim."
You are a thing of beauty
You are his queen
And I would never want to take that title away from you.
I must say, just as you were,
I too was fooled by the wolf in sheep's clothing.
I was led to believe that what transpired between me and your husband had your blessings.
I didn't realize that he was operating under false pretenses.
In the same way that my husband and I have agreed to a non-monogamous relationship, he made me believe that the two of you had a similar agreement.
Although he may have tiptoed around that subject, what he was adamant about was his loyalty to you as a husband and to your children as a father.
He made it quite clear that there would be no chance that he would ever bail on his family.
There were no ifs, ands or buts about that.
I respected him for that, and to be perfectly honest, it actually took the pressure off of me.
Because I, too, have a husband and a son that I am devoted to.
I knew that your husband would never ask me to abandon them.
In that sense, he and I were a match made in heaven.
My sincere and deepest apologies to you and your two children.
The heartache you must've felt upon hearing about our affair must've made you want to rip your heart out.
The rage seething within you must've made you want to punch a hole or two in the wall.
The pain and sorrow you experienced must've made you want to beat on your breast and scream at the top of your lungs and ask the question, "why?"
The anguish you must've felt when he told you that he chose me over you when he took that trip to Las Vegas.
While you were at home taking care of his children and managing his household,
he was off somewhere having a good time with me.
It wasn't fair, was it?
Then I'm sure the questions began:
"Is she prettier than me?
How long has this been going on?
Is she a better lover?
What does she have that I don't?
What did I do to deserve this?
Do you love her?
Where do we go from here?
Should we stay together or, dare I say it, get a divorce?
What about our children, what will happen to them?
What does the future hold for us?
Can we make amends?
Would I ever be able to I find it in my heart to forgive you?"
Allie, at this point, only time will tell.
Dear Allie,
Your husband charmed his way into my arms and captivated me in every way that a man could possibly do so.
But this letter is not about him,
it's about you and me and who we are to one another.
Although we haven't met yet, I feel like i've known you all along.
From the first day that I Facebook stalked you, I knew there were more than meets the eye between us.
I analyzed each photo,
admired your girl next-door demeanor,
contemplated your sweet smile and wondered if you smiled that way in the morning when you would open your eyes and find your husband laying next to you gazing deeply into them
while gently stroking your beautiful face.
I wondered if your soft, full lips parted every time he kissed you to allow your breaths to mingle far longer than they should.
I wondered if, when he ran his fingers through your voluminous dark strands,
you would tilt your head back as if to say, "My darling, I will cater to your every whim."
You are a thing of beauty
You are his queen
And I would never want to take that title away from you.
I must say, just as you were,
I too was fooled by the wolf in sheep's clothing.
I was led to believe that what transpired between me and your husband had your blessings.
I didn't realize that he was operating under false pretenses.
In the same way that my husband and I have agreed to a non-monogamous relationship, he made me believe that the two of you had a similar agreement.
Although he may have tiptoed around that subject, what he was adamant about was his loyalty to you as a husband and to your children as a father.
He made it quite clear that there would be no chance that he would ever bail on his family.
There were no ifs, ands or buts about that.
I respected him for that, and to be perfectly honest, it actually took the pressure off of me.
Because I, too, have a husband and a son that I am devoted to.
I knew that your husband would never ask me to abandon them.
In that sense, he and I were a match made in heaven.
My sincere and deepest apologies to you and your two children.
The heartache you must've felt upon hearing about our affair must've made you want to rip your heart out.
The rage seething within you must've made you want to punch a hole or two in the wall.
The pain and sorrow you experienced must've made you want to beat on your breast and scream at the top of your lungs and ask the question, "why?"
The anguish you must've felt when he told you that he chose me over you when he took that trip to Las Vegas.
While you were at home taking care of his children and managing his household,
he was off somewhere having a good time with me.
It wasn't fair, was it?
Then I'm sure the questions began:
"Is she prettier than me?
How long has this been going on?
Is she a better lover?
What does she have that I don't?
What did I do to deserve this?
Do you love her?
Where do we go from here?
Should we stay together or, dare I say it, get a divorce?
What about our children, what will happen to them?
What does the future hold for us?
Can we make amends?
Would I ever be able to I find it in my heart to forgive you?"
Allie, at this point, only time will tell.