I wrote this last year on the 16 April 2011. For some reason I did not publish it or take it any further. Perhaps I should have, so now after almost a year, here goes nothing…..
Hi dear AOTB readers. It most certainly has been a while, but it feels good to be back online. What have I been up to all this time? Well, you could say I have been working hard to establish what I would like to call a work/life balance. And right now, work seems to be going lower and lower on my priority list. I will not go into why right now, perhaps at a time when I do not feel like I am in the frying pan of professionalism. So here I am to offer a piece of fiction for you. You may even want to consider it a fantasy. Where would I like to take this type of fictional writing to? Only time will tell, for now, I will just leave it to be what it is, this may be the only fictional piece I ever write, or it may be the glimpse of things to come… a fantasy.
It all just came about one night after I had the strangest dream. I dreamt my name was Evelyn, or Virginia, or both, not too sure. It was quite vague when I woke up, but the emotion felt very real. It was just a dream, but I thought I would use my imagination and make a story out of it. This is what I have come up with so far.
Enter The OW: The Letter
I received a letter from my lover 7 days ago. He was dumping me, in writing, in the exact same way he would seal a deal or cut his losses in his multi million pound contracts. It is breaking my heart, so I am writing back and I don’t care what I sound like or whether I make any sense at all. I am hurting. I am broken. I am nothing but a hot African mess.
How could somebody so kind, loving, gentle, stable, reliable and perfect; be so cruel? You made me fall in love with you, and now I feel like such a fool.
I thought you were so much fun when I first laid eyes on you. You were so carefree, yet you were so attentive. You were so into me, even though I was just a stranger. It felt fine because you did not want too much from me. You gave me so much attention, and affection, within minutes of us meeting. And I could do nothing else but flirt back. I thought to myself, this could be fun. See, I am a beautiful woman, who is used to getting this sort of attention from the most well to do of men, so I usually am not fazed by another man’s subtle advances. I have always been more powerful than that. I can be such a tease. I like the attention, I like knowing that I can wrap any unsuspecting man around my finger, make him like me, make him want me, even make him love me. He showers me with gifts and fine things, wines me and dines me and drives me anywhere I want to go in his fancy car, at anytime of day or night. I am more than the sultry seductress they all fantasise about, I am the temptress. Greta Garbo would have had nothing on me because I know how to get what I want from a man, when I want it. Oh, what a hot African mess. I would tease his poor heart until he turned into putty in my hands. Then when I get bored of him, or see that he is looking for a little more than just a bit of fun, I would drop him much quicker than I would a hot potato. But this was until I met you. You were just a stranger, but within a few short weeks, you were my lover.
And who would have thought that a chance encounter could turn into a whirlwind romance? Who would have thought? You gave me the best moments of my life, you really did. You broke down my walls and you conquered. You were more than a temptation I couldn’t resist. I could not resist you. You disarmed me. I became powerless in your hands. Even when I tried to ignore you, I couldn’t. You broke me down, and I was at your mercy. I could no longer help myself when I was with you. I couldn’t help it. I fell in love with you.
You turned the temptress, the sultry goddess of seduction, this hot African mess, into a needy, nagging self loathing pathetic excuse of a woman. You did that to me!
Well, you know what? I am a grown woman. I have to accept responsibility. I played a part in this, I let you do this. I did this. But I can’t believe I let this happen to me. How could I let this happen to me? And what about all the things you told me? How you said I made you feel. You said that you were miserable until I came into your life. And what about the chemistry we had? It was unmistakeable. It was powerful. It was life changing. The first time we made love, you took me to the moon and back. The very first time. I had never felt that way before. What we had was real.
But here we are now. I got your letter. I feel like such a fool. How blind was I that I could never see? The middle of the night getaways? The surprise visits? The cancellations? Just you and me. No friends, no brothers. Just us. At first I thought you were cheating on me. But you were not. I mean, how could you be? Why would you? You were happy. I made you happy, didn’t I? I did you good, I made you smile when you were down, didn’t I? So, why would you throw that away? You just turned me into a hot African mess. Then I thought, maybe I did not tell you how much I love you, how deeply I fell. That you are the man on the moon and you could stick your flag on my surface baby! You could own me. So I decided to look for you. I camped out side your office for hours after work, because I knew you were always working hard. I hoped I would meet you and get to talk to you. I had not seen you for 3 days. May be you were out of town, maybe. But then on the forth evening, there you were… with her. I just didn’t get it. She was plain. She was simple, almost very homely. Then it suddenly dawned on me. No, you were not cheating on me, it was just not possible. You see, my eyes are open and I know where I stand….
I am the other woman…