Being the Other Woman Is Not Worth It

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I still remember my younger years when I didn’t care much about being the other woman. Or, should I say, the other girl? I first ended up in one of those messy situations at just fifteen. Then again at eighteen. I was so thirsty for affection that I didn’t care if the guy I was messing with was taken.

Now, at almost twenty-four, I want to say that being the other woman is not worth it. Hell…