Why do some women feel the need to take over the married men and accept being the Other Woman? I have known at least a couple of women that know the situation; they came across a married man at a club/bar, at work. These women knew the man had a family and yet they don't seem to have the slightest regret on what they are doing.
I know in many cases, the man starts with a lie, but eventually they can't hide the wife, the family, the OW finds out and yet is ok with the married man staying married and just being that, the OW. Some of these heartless women go on and have babies with them, accepting their life the way it is.
Just how does this keep happening? How do you build your happiness over somebody else's' misery and heartache? Do they ever stop and think about the children involved? The many children that will forever have that scar and the memories of seeing Mom suffering and stressing over building a new life as a single parent. Many of these kids go through depression themselves. I just don't understand how any of these women are ok with this.
Is it a cold competition to them to see who wins the cheater/liar man trophy they proudly think they are getting? There are no winners. Is it jealousy for trying to get something they don't have? Did this OW thought for a second they could walk in my shoes and be “me”? The OW will NEVER be me. They started off wrong to begin with, I did not have to hide my man, I was the woman the man proudly brings to his parents.
My STBX didn't cheat on me just once; he had many affairs until I got tired of it. One of the women was even religious, always posting about being at church and was a single mother herself. That particular affair didn't last particularly long. I just don't understand, I would never put my eyes on a married man knowing that you are destroying a family, breaking a heart, and potentially destroying a marriage.
Another cold thought comes to my mind in these nights when I can't sleep. Is it that this time in the world we just live longer and marriage has just changed? Can we even expect to live to 100 years old and stay with the same man? I used to like to believe that was possible, that true love would survive. I just don't understand.