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 »
Like the David Letterman Debacle wasn’t bad enough, now we have the story of Steve Phillips, the ESPN analyst, who had an affair with a 22-year-old coworker. Unfortunately for the 46-year-old sports dude and married father of four, his latest dalliance (and apparently there’ve been many before her) turned into a bunny boiler when he broke it off with her.
Brooke Hundley, the jilted junior, went ballistic, repeatedly emailing and calling Phillips’ long-suffering wife, tricking their 16-year-old son into an online flirtation, and then finally showing up at the family home, scaring the crap out of everyone.
Lucky for Hundley, the Phillips declined to press charges, but her reputation, both professionally and personally, is shot. (His too. He’s since been fired from ESPN and has entered a treatment facility.) Obviously, being some cad’s side action is always a sucker’s game, but if you’re going to do it, do it right. Keep reading »
How would you feel if your boyfriend or husband had a virtual girlfriend? I don’t mean what if he had a relationship with someone, as in a real person; I’m talking about a digitally animated girlfriend “brought to life” through Nintendo DS. There’s a new, popular dating sims (or dating simulation) video game on the market called Love Plus and, according to Boing Boing, an article posted on a Japanese tech site in September reported that several women had complained that their family lives were disrupted by their husbands’ addiction to the game. Boing Boing spoke with one San Francisco couple, Koh and Yurie, who say that Koh’s one-week addiction to his virtual girlfriend on Love Plus was “gross,” but basically harmless. Keep reading »
Despite valiant human rights work on behalf of Angelina Jolie to make “the other woman” not look like a big ol’ skank, the truth is most people still think “the other woman” is … well, a big ol’ skank. And guess what, ladies?! There’s this awesome double standard where people shrug their shoulders at Mr. Married But Couldn’t Keep His Pants Zipped and say, “Boys will be boys,” while they give you the stink-eye, you home-wreckin’ ho! So you have your work cut out for you! Unfortunately, instead of hopping a cheap-o flight out of town to wash that man right out of her hair, some “other women” go a little bonkers when the man doesn’t ditch his wife.
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As many times as I’ve tried to recall the evening, I don’t remember the first time I met Marc*, although he seems to remember it well. He claims we met in a hot tub at a party that my then-boyfriend was throwing. Apparently, he thought I was “hot,” but I only had eyes for my BF Rick*, who was a friend of Marc’s. That was six years ago.
Marc and I saw each other again many times over the years. He was a peripheral part of my circle of friends — one of those people that pop up in your world every once in a while. The first time I actually do remember meeting Marc was at a get-together at a downtown NYC bar. It was a few months after the hot tub night. Rick and I were still madly in love. Marc showed up at the bar alone. I was wearing a short skirt – it was a humid summer night. Keep reading »