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The World's Greatest Wife

There's a man that I know who would lay down his life to turn back the hands of time. He would pay any fortune that he had to go back to 1997 when he met me.

But he is not my man. I let him go. We were not the right fit. I'm not entirely sure that another man has ever loved me more than that man. And even now in 2022, that man loves me more than the man I'm married to. That man cherishes me more and sees me more and defends me more than my own husband has ever done.I have been the best wife I knew how to be. In my world that doesn't mean being subservient; it doesn't mean being a sex slave; it doesn't mean being imprisoned in a home just doing housework.When I met my husband I was running my own business as a real estate agent. He was very supportive. He loved me and he promoted me to everybody he knew as the best real estate agent anybody could hire. You know in fact he wasn't wrong--of course that's irrelevant here, but still accurate.
A photo Jeff sent to one of his online connections.
And yet, there were chinks in the armor even when we were dating. I probably should have known. Even his family was surprised that somebody like me would be dating somebody like their: son, father, brother, uncle.Why did I not see? Why did I not remember how much I was cherished by that other man? I was dating a chameleon. I was dating somebody who morphed into whatever he thought I expected. The words from his mouth were not truth. In fact actually there were times when they were out and out lies. But I was seeing the person he wanted me to see.And now what remains is betrayal; lies; sleight of hand; dishonesty; gaslighting; ugliness... And over it all... Abandonment.My silver lining? The man who lost me all those years ago; he is still my friend. He sees me; he encourages me. He tells me how worthy I am and how beautiful I am. He tells me that I would be the world's best wife.

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Anonymous said…
Wow. You're unlovable. Heartbreaking if you weren't a whore
10:47 PM
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