After reading about this woman who’s only had affairs with married men, I’ve been obsessed with reading stories about women who have been the other woman. What always strikes me about these articles in many of the women who write about their experiences don’t really see their behavior as problematic. The typical rationalizations are that they’re not the ones who made a commitment to be faithful, or that because the men were the ones who initiated it, they’re absolved of all responsibility. Seeing as how I was staunchly Team Angelina, I definitely have a history of sympathy towards alleged “homewreckers”, but I can’t say I’m totally comfortable with the idea that women who are accomplices to cheaters have done nothing wrong. Read more…
Even though I’m not necessarily proud of it, I will admit I’ve been the other woman … more than once.
Come to think of it, I’ve been tempting guys since middle school. I’ll never forget the time the Seventh Grade Love of My Life walked the mile with me in gym class. Neither of us liked to run (we had so much in common) so I had his undivided attention for 15 whole minutes. It was magical. His seventh grade girlfriend was a soccer player. She ran the mile in 5 minutes. She proudly crossed the finish line but the sight of her boyfriend happily strolling around the track with me must have knocked the wind out of her. She came up to me at my locker after school to inform me, “Stay away from my man or you’ll me sorry.”
I should have been apologetic or remorseful; I was ecstatic. She was the hottest girl in school, she was the first girl in seventh grade to graduate from a training bra, and she’d gotten to second base with two boys. I heard one of them was an eighth grader… and she felt threatened by ME? Sweet validation for a flat-chested mildly awkward twelve year old who felt invisible to boys!
But like a crack addict, once I’d had a taste, I couldn’t stop. Keep reading »
“I cannot hold my husband responsible for the breakdown of our marriage. I’m responsible for that also. The fact that the marriage broke down is nobody’s fault—that’s just a mutual breakdown of communication between two people. But with Marie-Anne, she was my best friend and it was like, ‘Oh, isn’t life great.’ She kept reestablishing that right until the very last minute. Even when I did finally know and confronted her, it was like she didn’t know what I was talking about. Maybe that’s a natural reaction for someone who just got caught with their pants down … Who has the right to decide how my marriage ends from outside the marriage?”
—Shania Twain talked to Oprah yesterday about finding out that her husband Robert Lange was having an affair with her best friend and assistant, Marie-Anne Thiebaud, and said that in many ways, she holds Marie-Anne more accountable than Robert. It’s the first time that Shania has given an interview about what exactly went down, including how she turned to Marie-Anne’s estranged husband, Frédéric Thiebaud, in the aftermath of her divorce and ended up falling in love with him. Those two crazy kids got married in January.
After the jump, more about what Shania went though. Keep reading »
You know that feeling when you first see someone and you’re not only drawn to him, but you’ve just got to have him?
You want all of him — physically, emotionally and intellectually. That’s how he and I were. “He” seemed perfect for me — 10 years older, mature, confident, established (and tall!). We were very compatible, and soon the idea of us being together just made sense. I remember the day that I arrived at his house to find two dozen long-stem, mango-pink roses.
“I’m crazy about you,” he said.
Sadly, it wasn’t very long after the roses that things started changing. I began to have this uneasy feeling that something just wasn’t right. Call it woman’s intuition, call it a gut feeling, but in my heart I knew he had been seeing someone else. Read more … Keep reading »
Welcome to the Frisky “Sex Diary,” in which an anonymous person shares the details of her sex life over the course of a few days. Sometimes these entries are filled with revealing romps, while other times there is nary a naked moment in sight. Some of these diarists are frequent contributors. Want to share a page from your sex diary? Email firstname.lastname@example.org. All entries will be anonymous. Keep reading »