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The Second Wife





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This is something that I have wanted to post about, and have not been able to, so without further ado…


I am the second wife.  I don’t mean wife #2, because I am wife #3.  I mean the second wife.  As in, more than one.  Yes, folks, my hubby is a bigamist without committing bigamy.  How is that possible?


He has his wife, me.  He has his ex.  I am wife #2 and she is #1.  She gets all the concessions of being first wife, without the sex and the shit that goes along with being married.  She decides that I am not allowed to be around his children.  She decides that he can’t take them on vacation.  She decides that he can go with them on vacation, but only if I am left at home.  She decides that I am not allowed at any life cycle events.


As wife #2, I get the honors of having sex when he wants, picking up his dry cleaning and cleaning up after him.  That’s it.  Nothing else.  Wife #1 lives with the kids in another city.  He goes to said city to work and see kids.  I have no idea what they do together as a “family”, but I think I should be his family.


Why can’t I be his family WITH his children?  That’s the million dollar question!  He is my family with MY children.  He is more their father than their real father, who is just a glorified babysitter!


I have put a LOT of thought into this issue.  And, yes it is an issue, not a problem.  A problem would indicate there was a solution or a trying to work it out, and that is not the case here.  First, there is the guilt.  The guilt he feels when his kids and his ex tell him he ruined their lives and broke up the family.  Because of this guilt, he bends over backwards to do what they want and how they want.  But where does that leave me, the real wife?


It leaves me as the second wife.  Just like in the olden times when the King had a harem.  I live in the shadows.  In the back room.  I am visited when the King is horny or lonely.  I have perks of not worrying about a roof over my head or food on my table.  But, I am not the Queen, and will never be the Queen.


I am the Second Wife, and being the Second Wife Sucks.

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