Cheater

Dear Other Woman,

Sure, I know who you are.

I know what you've done.

I also know you were not alone in the decision to deceive. You were also not the only one.

Am I angry? Maybe, for a time. Hurt? Yeah, more than I imagined. Wounded? Probably more than I care to admit. But what I am not - is to blame.

I know, I know...I've heard the lines. I must be the terrible person he said I was, because with you, he was such a sweet, strong man. Confident and bold, decisive and generous, until he isn't. Until you question, until you have had enough.

Then, you will be like me, the enemy. A once confident woman, defeated. Not nearly the woman he first met, reduced, less than. Discarded, blamed.

However, he let you go.

Said you were a child he had nothing in common with, until you delivered him a boy. His one and only child, maybe a way to get him to stay or take you back.

Whatever the reason, I no longer care. The facebook and messenger attacks, the phone bombs and accusations mean nothing to me.

You are the equivalent of a monster under the bed. You scared me once, until I realized that you have no power over me. You can't touch me. The only one I care about now, is the boy caught up in this web you have both entangled him in.

What surprised us all, was the sweetness you both created. The one I am raising, calling me mommy, has only added another ripple.

Life is strange.

I only ever wanted to be a mom; it all seems so natural. For you, it is a ploy, a game. Now that you have discarded him, I will do my best to show him what love looks like. The kind that is unconditional, not based on what can be gained, or what he can give.

So, I guess, this is a thank you. Thank you for saving me from a man who never really loved me and giving me a boy who sparkles and shines, craving what you seem incapable to give.

One day, he may reach out to you for that thing a mommy can give. Please...grow-up, sober-up, step-up. He deserves better.

Your willing surrogate.

Momma K