How being the other woman was a deep learning experience.
Not my proudest moment I assure you, but it happened nonetheless.
I’d been wandering around the world wounded and broken.
My sister celebrated something that resulted in a level of devastation I’ve yet to recover from.
I didn’t feel bad about it. In fact, I felt angry at his girlfriend for existing.
It starts innocently enough…
“No one will ever know you like I do.”
If cheating is so awful, why do so many of us do it?
It makes us feel better about ourselves to point the finger, but at what cost?
“They’re acting so nice, like they’re such good guys.”
And it’s all thanks to our period.