To the Other Women

To the other women I just learned of you and that we are in love with the same man, I have so many questions for you, that I am trying to understand. Did you know that you were dating a married man, Did you care he was a spoken for family man. Were you aware a young child was involved? If you knew of us, did you have a care at all. Was he also lying to you? Telling you he was divorced and being untrue? Has he yet told you he is still a married man? Are you just young and immature, naive, don’t care to understand. My child has been forced to have you in her life, Now that your living with my Spouse as Husband and Wife. Does this not make you feel like things are being rushed along, To now have a remade family, almost step daughter and all. I have heard from my Spouse, that you already don’t like me, If you were aware of the truth, I wonder if this would still be. You never have met me, or know me at all, your hearing one side of a story, thats being untruthfully told. I just learned that you and he are engaged, how can this be, when we are still married and I share his last name. If I could meet you, one thing I would say, Is Im not his first wife, and he left her the same way. The honey moon phase will eventually end, and you’ll learn so much more about this man. He has a different side you have yet to see, once he wrangles you in, the beast will be unleashed. I would hope I could speak to you as a Women and Mother, that you’ll take care of my child, as Id hope you would do with your others. She is a victim in all of this, please be empathetic, and patient, and resilient. I have no clue what kind of women or Mother you are, but Im forced to entrust my Daughter with you and she is my breath and beating heart. She is the most important person to me, and I hope you treat her equally. Do not treat her badly, or let any harm ever come to be. Some day in the future you will fully understand, how this wife and Mother is feeling as she writes you this quick story. Your Fairy Tail and Happily Ever After will never come, someday he will also desert you, and again meet someone. Then you’ll be ex wife number three, writing a heartfelt poem just like me.