I have been the "other woman" most of my life.
I lost my virginity to a Navy sailor stationed here in CT that I thought I was seriously dating only to discover mere hours later that he was engaged to a woman at home in LA.
My next boyfriend and I were on and off for years, and I knew every time we went off that there was another woman around.
I made out with my boss knowing full well that he was engaged to a coworker of mine.
I've considered sleeping with an old fling even though I knew he was in a long-term serious relationship.
I'm not proud of it, and unlike other women, i am not attracted solely to taken men. I've never knowingly slept with a guy that I knew was committed to someone else. I've taken steps in the past three years to reform that.
I realized this morning that in my last "relationship," I was again other woman because he was, in fact, in love with his (married) best friend. He values her opinion so much that it was so easy for her to destroy me when her husband left for boot camp, and she had the physical opportunity to act on the attraction they had.
I've blamed him so much for leaving me for her, when in fact that wasn't it. She was there all along, I was the intruder.
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I don't want to be second place anymore. Anyone empathize?