My name is unimportant. What matters is that I am a woman who has stood in your shoes multiple times. The woman you are is the woman I’ve been on many occasions. And I’m not sorry. The man you lay beside every night once warmed my bed, but turned my heart cold. I had to see for myself what it was like to be on the other side.
Initially, I felt bad for you, so when he would beg to swim in my ocean again, I brushed it off. But something changed, and when I finally gave in my sympathy for you washed away. He gave me the parts of him I missed when he used to be mine. You know what I’m talking about, don’t you? The pieces you enjoy before the label of ‘relationship’ is tacked on and everything suddenly becomes overly complicated.
You face-timed him once while we were together. This time it wasn’t for sex, he just wanted to keep my company. Just to talk. Just to vibe. See, sis, I learned a valid lesson from that night to the other nights when he couldn’t resist my body multiple times. I could be you, or I could be me and HE will always be a dog chasing a bone. I just had to see, for once, what it was like to be on the other side of the game. And really it’s no winner or loser. Just wanted you to know, I know exactly how you feel.
Welcome to the life of a woman scorned.