The Other Woman

I am about to be replaced in my husband’s affections.  Yes, I’m afraid that the man has given his heart to another – she’s got a really nice body, she’s got a lot of get-up-and-go, and she’s new and exciting.

I can’t compete with that.

For the next 6 weeks, I’m going to have to listen to him go on and on about how he can’t wait for her to get here. He’s been telling all of his friends and family about this sexy little model that will soon be joining our household.

No doubt he will be spending all of his spare time with her, running his hands over her sleek lines, lavishing her with all sorts of new toys – giving her nothing but the best. He’ll be taking her out on the town, showing her off, and making all of the other guys pea-green with envy.

At least the bitch is going to be sleeping in the garage…..

About Teresa in Fort Worth, TX

A short, fat, over-the-hill, happily-married mother of 4 daughters. I know just enough to get myself in trouble....
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3 Responses to The Other Woman

  1. The last line….. PRICELESS!!!!

    Hubby asked me if I thought he had gone through a mid-life crisis. I told him he had. He asked how? I said, “She’s parked in the driveway.” 😀


    • Paul’s been saving up for this for quite a while – he finally reached the point where he feels comfortable putting money down and buying one.

      He made the mistake of taking me with him to the dealership, so he ended up with the “Pony Package” added to the cost.

      What can I say? It makes her look pretty….. 😛


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