Today, I met the girl who is sleeping with my husband. I do not know if I should call her woman or girl. She is so tiny. She is a tall tiny thing. But she is so beautiful. She has very nice long hair. I ran my hands through it, just to be sure. It was all real. I wanted to pull out my human hair weave right then. She thought she would be meeting my husband. When she saw me walk to her table she did not flinch even a second. She looked into my eyes and smiled. There was no fear in her eyes. Only calm and her face shone with compassion, or was that pity I saw? She stood up and pulled back my seat for me.
This is not exactly how I had figured our little meeting would start. You see I had made all plans for this meeting pretending to be my husband. I had deleted all the texts and cleared the text log. She started the conversation. My anger faded and I was so confused, I did not feel hatred. For a moment there I caught myself admiring her gut. Even at her age back then, over twenty years ago when my dear husband was head over heels in love with me, I did not look half as good or as confident as this young lady who was making all my fore-planned thoroughly rehearsed speech slip away so easily through my fingers. She had an amazing easiness about her. She listened without a tinge of expression on her beautiful long face, as I hissed insults at her and her generation not forgetting whoever brought her up.
When I could not continue because I fell into a bout of dry unending coughing, she politely asked the waiter to bring me water. When I was back to myself I continued where I had left. She sat there, respectfully. Same as she had been before. Who on earth taught her to do that? I would have physically assaulted anyone who even dared to utter any one of the things I was telling her. When I felt lighter and better about myself, I stopped. Then she asked if I wanted to order! The audacity! I wanted to spread her tiny self across the table and whip her as I would my daughters when they were young and nobody frowned upon corporal punishment.
She opened her mouth, the third time that whole time. It was an hour and half of my livid monologue. She spoke fluent English, calmly. Her voice was devoid of emotion. Her face was convincing. Her eyes were genuine. This girl, my daughter’s age, was acting as if she were my age mate and she was doing nothing wrong having a clandestine affair with a married family man. She had known it was I she was going to meet for that was never how they had been making plans.She asserted. She had been with my husband for the past four years. She claimed that was not how my husband texted if he ever did. That supposedly wasn’t also a place my husband would pick. She did not agree with me about how I felt she was wasting her life.
She claimed her man had never in the four years going five asked her to go wait at a hotel. I did not want more. I wanted her to stop. She did not. She wondered how I had just now found out. They had always been careful. She keeps his family diary and makes sure he does not miss out on any important days or events. It dawned on me how well she knew him. This stranger knew my family like the back of her clean hands. She spoke about them with love in her face and voice. The way my husband would. She would stop and wait for me to finish my rude interruption. Then she would continue as though she had just taken a water break and was going on.
This girl was good. You probably think very little of me at this point but at that moment, looking at her, I understood why my husband had picked her. Actually they hadn’t made a mistake. I had for the first time in my twenty-six years of a happy marriage decided to snoop. The father of my children and I had never felt the need to monitor another’s phone activities. The trending sponsor debate on social media pushed me there. She had a two-year old son, the spitting image of his handsome father. She was not interested in marriage. She was happy and comfortable. Before her, my husband had never strayed. When he met her he did. My husband is a sponsor. I said that to her. She smiled took my hand into hers and said she was not breaking my family.
When I look back, these five years have been nothing but wonderful. I asked her to stay wherever hidden place she had been all along. As if I wasn’t the one who had smoked her out. I made her promise to keep our little adventure to herself. I went home and made my husband his favorite meal. Then I sat and waited for him to get back home to me…
Part Two…can we have it now, huh?
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yes…soon
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I Haved Loved It,gal Kip Writing.
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Thanks. I will
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Yiyi…. give us more……
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My pleasure… Thanks
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Excellent piece..,the suspense?you killed it.
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Thank you Sileh
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thanks Sileh
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Woooow beautiful..
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Thank you Fannie
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Seriously….now we are advocating for extramarital affairs? This article is not full of crap..this article is CRAP!!!
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No, dear reader. Patience. Part 2 is coming up…
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@sam, read again and understand the article…. the auther has not given any opinion yet. It just provokes thought
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Sam… Be patient!! I don’t think she’s advocating for extramarital affairs… Just giving us a different
perspective of how us women think and operate… I for one, am very keen to read Part2.
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I am hoping you both enjoyed Part 2. Sam and Kamo
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The sad truth is wether we advocate it or not it’s happening and it’s not going to end anytime soon. This story might sound like a piece of crap to you maybe coz you still living in dreamland.
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Great piece…. The twist is effortlessly.. alluring
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Thank you Marcel
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thank you!
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I don’t know whether to be sad for the wife or happy for the side-chick. nice piece
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Thank you Achola.
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this makes me comfortable not snooping bse banange to this calmness, i can lose a leg
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hehehehe ….
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I admire this lady. Actually both. I prefer my husband having a serious affair rather than fetching any mpango around.
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hmn
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When is part 2?
You have over delayed.
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Tonight…
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How you vividly describe the side chick makes it impossible to put this story down. How she handles you makes me want to know how you would handle that kind of kindness from a rival. How that man gets understood by both of you makes me want to be that man ha. And next time don’t kill me with suspense.
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hehehe…I will try. Thanks
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the writer might be a womaniser or better yet she might be the side chick
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We will never know yes?
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eehhhh this has killed it…this is IT!! very entertaining.
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thanks vicky
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Wow wow wow
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THANK YOU
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i like this article; please email me when you publish part 2…..this ended in suspense! I like…
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Thanks. Will do
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part two please
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In a moment Catherine
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I beg, please don’t add part two…
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oh boy…
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Part 2! The suspense! I would like to see how this wise woman handled this situation! She better be wise…
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Let me not ruin it for you…in a moment
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i would really love to hear the husbands side of things…..
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Watching and waiting.
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i hope you enjoyed part 2 just as much
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wooow am hooked..
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Welcome Ruth
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hlungaho@path.org please email part 2 now
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Reblogged this on Shades of Sandra.
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Great piece here
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Thanks Issah
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Nice piece. Anxious
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Thanks Nathan…
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This is a very impressive literary piece. I’m actually not sure there should be a second part, I like the the way it’s incompleteness provokes thought. The reader should be left to complete this story. Drive us to the edge and leave us there. What would you do? What should you do? What in reality would happen? This is what makes life interesting; We each have a story and we stand at its end with a myriad of paths before us…this is where this story has left us. Do start another one!
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THANK YOU Gerald!
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Fiction. A sponsor’s imagination of what would happen should the women in his life meet.
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Imagination is the word, no?
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where is part 2? Please link it here?
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That kind of suspense is a sacrilege to a curious reader like me…..please give us the next part.
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I get you. I hope you enjoyed Part 2.
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The girl whom I share my husband with…. Wooow, keep up the good job..
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Sure thing! Thank you loster
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You write very well! Good exploration of the stark new Kingdom of Cold Emotions. Trudge on!
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Thank you Aghan
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Nice part two please…..I guess I should be that young tinny gal
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hehe I hope you enjoyed Part 2
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Can’t seem to trace part 2 help! Great piece though
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Hey Wang…pole sana.
Here https://nasubowananyanga.wordpress.com/2016/06/23/the-girl-with-whom-i-share-my-husband-2/
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Is part two out yet? Did I miss it?
…..piece is amazing n loved it…
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Thank you . yes it is, you missed it
https://nasubowananyanga.wordpress.com/2016/06/23/the-girl-with-whom-i-share-my-husband-2/
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