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I met Nina in the summer of 2008 and we have stayed close ever
since then, for some unknown reason I had always been drawn to her and I couldn’t
help but not want her in my life. Every effort I made to ensure that happened,
failed at every turn. Nina wasn’t going to make it easy for me and I intended on
not giving up, until she finally said yes, I had worked my way into her life by
every means possible. Suffice to say at this point, Nina became my everything. She
was the choice between being happy and happiness itself.
The
other woman is the lowest state in your relationship status, worse than been friend
zoned. The other woman can be a side chick that has been demoted or a main
chick that lost her throne. The other woman is the girl you keep around in your
life long enough till she eventually walks away on her own, even then she is
never missed. The other woman is the girl that gets the last 5mins left from
your airtime, whilst she has been home waiting for you call all day. The other woman is the girl you run your contact check on sometimes just to be sure you
still either have her or to make sure she deleted herself. The other woman is
the girl that only gets presents 3 days in a year, namely: her birthday, the
day you assumed was her birthday and a makeup gift for forgetting her birthday.
The other woman is the girl that sends “I love you” in a message (bbm,
whatsapp, sms) and you reply by calling her. The other woman is the girl that
gets no love so she manages whatever she gets; the slightest attention on her
has made her day. The other woman makes no public appearance. She assumes she
is with you and your folks know about her but to them she is just the other
chick you know. The other woman is the girl that is the last resort in getting
laid when your hands fail or your cock is not really attracted to your hands
anymore, hand injury, no lube, poor internet connection to stream low quality
porn. The other woman is the girl that never gets her picture (although she is
beautiful enough to qualify) used as your dp on your bbm profile, whatsapp
profile or twitter avatar but she has to bear the pain of watching different girls
pictures been used. The other woman's picture is only used in a delicate form, on
her birthday and it never stays up for more than 24hours. The other woman is
the girl you refer to as “your angel, your darling, your best friend, your boo:
which can also be the short form of olebooruku, your confidante, your GF: which
can mean good friend, goofy friend, genuine friend” when faced with the problem
of accepting her in public to the knowledge of everyone present, she is never
referred to as your girlfriend in full. The other woman is the girl you feed
the illusion of a better tomorrow whilst her present is still shitty and it’s your
entire fault. The other woman is the girl that never gets spoiled, you spend it
all on the main and side chick, the other chick gets what’s left over, the
change.
Nina
had my heart and my love, she was my strength, she made everything seem so easy
and effortless, and I wanted to have that for as long as I could. But just like
every beginning has an end, our love story became an old version of itself, a
perfect picture been tainted. Few months of dating Nina and telling the world
about her, we started having issues. Nina was reserved and quiet, a fact I didn’t
mind whilst chasing her but now it bothered me so much. We never really had
conversations. I would talk and she would listen. She hardly shared with me or expressed
how she felt for me. Was I ever in doubt of her love? No, but sometimes after
ranting on how madly I was in love with her, I just needed something to feed
on, a little feedback to reassure me that I wasn’t the only person crazy, crazy
in love. I wrote beautiful love poems and notes about her and sent them to her,
and sometimes I would beg for just a line as a reply but Nina wouldn’t budge. Slowly
I found myself withdrawing from her, I was hurting inside, and I needed to
become someone else. I needed her to be someone else.
Days
turned to weeks, weeks turned to months. Even with my sudden change in
attitude, Nina didn’t even notice. I found myself converting a love story we built
together into something less important and I didn’t want it to stop. Emotionally
I had cheated on Nina so many times more than I could count because I wish she
was someone else. Eventually, I got my wish. Nina became a version of what I had
imagined, I saw her in a different way and regardless of how much I assumed I was
in love with her, the new part of her I created was way better. I didn’t have
to express myself anymore to her, she was the same girl I was proud to show to
the world and the same girl I was quick to hide the world from her. Days were I
would call her for hours sharing bare jokes and then moments later; I would
call for few minutes just as a routine to check in on her. Indeed she had become
two different people. The one I was crazy about and the one I created to cure
my craze.
A
man can only feed off from whatever he is given as a meal.
The
new part of Nina was my perfect emotional meal. I found myself drawn to her and
yet withdrawn as well. I bought gifts for her and then I returned it. It was a
constant battle in my head.
I
struggled with referring to her as my girlfriend so I called her my bestie,
sometimes my angel and deep down I knew what that meant but I couldn’t help the
feeling of not attaching any concrete title to her. She was my girlfriend at
heart but in reality she became the other chick in my life.
I
got so comfortable with the feeling that I could go on days without hearing
from her and be fine, I love you became a routine, the best way to end a phone
call. A part of me was dead to the fact that at some point she was the girl I wanted
to be with, and all I hoped for her to be was the other chick in my life.
Finally
when she became more expressive and decided to share more, it was already too late to fix
us. I made my main chick the other woman in my life and I had to live with it.
Are
you the other woman???
