The Other Woman (My Diary)

 All he did was lie to his love,
That's my definition of a womanizer
Who feels like a woman's world is his, but in reality the woman is in control. No matter how many other women there might be, all he will ever be is hers.

A woman scorned is not for the faint
Of heart, but for some reason men
Still feel obligated to test the beast
Maybe in hopes that her reality becomes his vision. Married to deception has to be the worst thing there is to a woman's mental health, a life filled with non truths feel like nails against the skin.

Evening meetings the cover up, late night rendezvous with someone not his, but the selfish imagination is blind, all he can think about is pink lipstick and high heels without his mind ever discussing the most serious of questions.
"Where is my wife?"
You know... That women you swore to love through the thickest of times, that woman to whom you swore to dedicate your time.

I guess I'm over it now, but at the time it hurt me deep and I swore for revenge, now here I am stirring the pot with the enemy looking for humiliation in the strangest of places, my cold heart. All I had to do was leave and never be spotted again, instead I decided to stay to enact my deepest fears against him.

Today I feel vindicated, yet strange
Today I am a woman! I win I believe
But in all truth no one can get their hand raised when it comes to betrayal.