Breaking: The Other Woman’s Curse

Abby could feel herself sweating, profusely at that. She wasn’t sure if it was the weather; it was hotter today than it had been for months, or the stuffy coffee shop he had picked to meet her. She was overly nervous. She hadn’t seen Ben since the small altercation at her apartment that she had to admit had ended in her favour. He had assured her that his mind was still on one track; leaving his wife. So when he asked to meet her, she could only assume he had done so to finally make good on his promise. It had taken him longer than she’d expected but she wouldn’t dwell on that now; she had waited to pick up where they had left off. Finally, love, their love, would conquer all; his wife, his children, everything would fade away at the sheer sight of their love. Finally, she could show off the perfect man she had earned because Ben would be hers. Finally, she could start a family of her own. Excitement began to boil over inside her, almost overflowing in shrieks of joy and glee. She could hardly calm herself down.

She swung round in her seat to search for someone to take her order. Suddenly, Abby became deeply aware of everything and everyone around her. It had dawned on her that this coffee shop didn’t fit Ben’s idea of romantic. Why did he ask to meet her here? Everything seemed out of place for her grand expectations of this encounter. Despite everything, she ordered coffee and began to calm down. Right in front of her, was a table with a group of women a little older than she was. They gossiped so loudly that Abby took it for entertainment while she drank her coffee. The troubling toddler tales and stubborn husband gags amused her so much that she felt herself being drawn into their conversation, slowly becoming a silent part of these women’s bonding moment. She even found herself giggling along with them. She saw a future her in these women; Her with Ben, her future social circle. She imagined they would be her social cronies when she married into Ben’s status. Then suddenly, as if in a ceremonial remorse, the lady at the head of the table leaned forward on her elbows. All the other ladies mimicked, etching forward on their seats. Even Abby leaned in to listen. In a whisper loud enough for all to hear, she broke ‘the news’

“I have news, Ladies. Ben, Jane’s husband! He has ANOTHER mistress!” The ladies at the table all sighed in surprise. Abby, seated at the table them, panicked, Could they be talking about me? Oh lord, they’re talking about me.

“Mistress number six?” Another lady exclaimed.

Ben has had five other mistresses?

“I can’t wait to see which infant girl he’s hoodwinked into helping him break his vows now”

Hoodwinked? I wasn’t hoodwinked, was I?

“Poor Jane. Jared’s only three and Lord knows she can’t do it on her own.”

He told me his wife was a successful arrogant woman who never gave him any attention or ‘love’. 

“And to think, all the nice things he said up there when they were renewing those vows.”

How nice could these words possibly be? Seeing as Ben loves me so much, he couldn’t possibly love another more, could he? Does he? 

“Do you remember that ring he got her? Shame now it means nothing”

Was he going to get her another ring? That means he didn’t leave her

“Do you think she’ll leave this time?”

SHE?! But Ben’s leaving her. Isn’t he? Has he not left her yet?

“Why doesn’t he leave?” Another lady said as if reading Abby’s mind.

“He never does. He just hurts her and hurts her and hurts her some more then comes back with the shiniest thing he can find to distract her.”

But, No? He told me! He told me! He told me! He’s leaving her!

“And to think, all this for a bimbo, probably with nothing between her ears and the unquenchable urge to spread her legs.” Abby’s face began turning red.

“You know, ladies, I just don’t get those kinds of women.”They all nodded in unison.”Why would you want leftovers, some other lady’s remains when you could get your own man, fresh off the rack, groom him and walk into the sunset with your self-made king?” The ladies all burst into laughter as she gestured violently. “As opposed to laying down for a man looking for a side attraction; already groomed, already made by another woman’s work while he struggles to keep you a secret. But I guess that’s what the cheap ones do. The ones who can’t build a good man or find a good man on their own. They just steal yours.”

Abby was balancing tears on the edges of her eye sockets now. The feelings that had since disappeared when Ben had assured her that he would leave his wife, all came sprinting back. She suddenly felt nauseated. These women barely knew her, let alone their love. How could they judge her this way? How could they judge their love? But while they went on about their loathing of mistresses and their own personal tales of them, Abby began to see herself in their cruel words. She began to see how evil their love, which she was now considering might as well be lust, had turned out to be. She was a home wrecker, one who could be likened only to the arsonist who torches a man and his family’s home right before their eyes.

She got up suddenly unable to listen to the banter and gossip anymore. Without looking at anything or anyone else, she walked to her car. She dropped her head on the wheel and began to cry. Here she was, ready to meet Ben and hear him give her all she wanted when suddenly, as if by twist of fate she is reminded of the plight of his soon to be excommunicated wife. She hadn’t bothered herself thinking about Jane since her botched confession with the Father. Instead she had decided to live in a bubble of Ben’s affection. In a bubble where Jane, Jared and all of Ben’s other children did not exist; and she met Ben at party or at the store; and they had since fallen deep in love and encountered no obstacles to their joint happiness. But the Gossip Guild had just popped her Ben Bubble and all the emotional sewage that had been caused by their affair came rushing in, tainting her and their ‘love’. It was impossible for her to let Ben just walk away now, especially if it was for her. How could she? Clearly as the ladies said, Jane could not fend for herself and Jared if Ben were to suddenly check out. But it had begun to occur to her, maybe he wasn’t leaving her at all and he had only said so to keep the affair going for a little longer. Maybe, like the five, obviously naïve, women before her, he had used her and now as his chicken came home to roast, he would discard her and spend a small fortune trying to get his wife to forgive him. The more she thought it through, the more she saw Ben for who he was and their love for what it was, an affair.

With this realization, she raised her head to drive away. She caught a glimpse of Ben walking into the coffee shop looking for her. Her heart began to race instantly. She was now short of breath, panting and sweating; panting and sweating for him. Despite the emotional roller-coaster she had just gone on, Abby still felt herself mindlessly drawn to Ben. She fought the urge to run into his arms furiously and started her car. As she drove away, she couldn’t fight the fact that she still wanted to be with Ben, still wanted him to abandon his wife and children for her; no matter what it did to her character, reputation or karma. If she was confronted by him again, she wouldn’t be able to resist.


Jane was engrossed in one of her old photo albums of Jared’s pictures when a loud crude knock at the door startled her. She had been packing up the house when she wandered off onto Memory Lane. She shuffled to the door, trying to avoid boxes and furniture everywhere. When she opened the door, there stood an attractive young lady, well dressed with bloodshot eyes and runny make up from crying, stomping her leg impatiently.

“Jane?” Abby exclaimed so suddenly, almost scaring Jane.

“Yes?” Jane answered inquisitively.

“I’m Abby. You don’t know me…”

“No, I don’t” Jane had to admit that had come off rude

“But… I’ve been sleeping with your husband, for a few months now and….” Abby paused, gauging Jane’s reaction. Her face remained expressionless, “And I apologize.”

“Why?” Jane said cold-hearted, shoving down her primal urge to bash her face in and pull out locks of her hair one by one.

“Why did I sleep with him?” Abby asked embarrassed

“No! I know why you did that. You’re young, naïve and most importantly stupid. You’re just his type. You slept with him because he approached you and that’s what young, naïve and most importantly stupid girls do when a successful man approaches them.” Jane was careful not to let her bitterness show, Abby’s mouth fell open. “I mean, why are you apologizing?”

“Because I feel horrible. Because you did nothing wrong to me and I’m here ruining your family, your life. Because I was selfish to want him all to myself when you had him first. That’s why I’m apologizing.” Jane was a little shocked. She had expected Ben’s new mistress to claim her man more aggressively, not apologize. She had been on the other end of Ben’s cheating for a long time and yet this was the most sincere apology she has ever heard in its regard. This woman had looked at both sides of the affair, unlike most mistresses, and put herself in Jane’s shoes. She had gone the extra mile to consider the pain Jane had gone through with a chronically unfaithful man and the dilemma she faced of deciding whether the pain was enough for her to tear down the family they had built together and start anew. While deep in this thought, Abby startled her screaming out as if she had a sudden bout of verbal diarrhoea,

“I think he wants to marry me.”

“What?” Jane retorted.

“I think he wants to marry me. You’re packing and I was to meet him right this moment but I was too nervous. So that means he really wants to marry me” Jane’s eyes narrowed. She saw through Abby now. Naïve little critter, She wanted him for herself, like all mistresses would. She imagined this mess could all be fixed if she just came up with a way to keep Jane, the wife out of their lives; and Jared too. This girl standing in front of her, did not know what it meant to be married to Ben. She imagined it would be sunflowers, daisies and fresh almond milk every day. She was not completely malicious, just naïve. Craving the things that all girls her age longed for. Craving the things even Jane longed for 12 years ago. And with Ben being so close to her reach and her only obstacle being the jaded bitter ‘soon-to-be ex-wife’ and his child, Abby would have done anything for her happily ever after; even if it meant serving up a well-dramatized apology she didn’t mean or care for. Jane smiled and let Abby in,

“Let’s talk in here, shall we?” Abby was thrown off a bit, she expected a beating, not an invitation. But she owed her ‘co-wife’ that much, a conversation about Ben.

Jane had been the sorrowful heartbroken wife and she had been the hysterical delusional wife too when it came to Ben’s indiscretions. States of mind that had never bred any significant change in Ben or his behavior. Now, she had resolved to be the sober wife, the wise one who bites her tongue until need be. She hadn’t discussed it all with Ben; Abby, the affair, her resolutions, none of them. She figured if she gave him the chance, he’d lie his way into her heart one last time and as always she’d be humiliated as soon as the next affair broke. This time, Jane would go for an Irish goodbye. She would not need to scold him for retribution, her absence and Jared’s too would be his abyss, Abby would be the devil and Jane, she would be in heaven with her baby boy. Abby sat at the dining table, Jane began to brew a hot cup of tea.

“So, you’re getting married!” Jane exclaimed. “I would congratulate you but I see no jubilation in your future because your future is my present.”

“He’s not going to cheat on me. I just know.”  Abby was confident

“Why not?” Abby was quiet, “What makes you the woman he is faithful for, Abby? Come on, tell me!” Abby still did not speak. Jane poured the tea and served Abby a cup, all while letting her maul over the idea. She then sat across from Abby, took her hand and said softly,

“I tell you this because I see that look in your eyes when you talk about him. It’s like you know you’ll win the lottery soon and now you’re just holding your ticket as tight as you can, hoping you don’t lose it. The problem though, is that it has never occurred to you that maybe you don’t have the winning numbers.” Jane paused, took a sip of her tea, letting go of Abby’s hand, “Ben is that lottery ticket. At the beginning, it feels promising like you’re just about to win the lottery but slowly you begin to realize he doesn’t have the winning number, he just appears to. Do you understand me, Abby?” Abby remained quiet. She felt a glow of anger come up from her stomach, she’s trying to sabotage us.

“I know you’re probably trying to convince yourself that I’m sabotaging you and Ben but I’m not. I’ve had Ben. I know what he’s about. He doesn’t look as shiny to me as he does to you. I guess that’s what happens when you stick in it for 12 years. It shines less and less until it doesn’t anymore. Underneath you can finally see the disgusting filth that is rooted at the core, in his very being. But, I don’t need to tell you that, you’ll get to find out soon enough. I shouldn’t spoil it for you.” Abby’s eyes were filled with tears now, realizing that Jane was right and her life now would be Abby’s in a couple of months, or years.

Suddenly, Jane’s door flung open and Ben’s voice bellowed over the ladies.  “Jaaane! Why are all these boxes out?” He said as he walked into the kitchen where the ladies were enjoying their tea. Ben stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Abby and Jane getting chatty over tea.

“Oh! That’s because Abby’s moving in. Thought I’d give her a tour.” Jane said sarcastically, more amused with the situation than she should have been

“What are you doing here?” Ben asked Abby, ignoring his wife’s obvious enjoyment of the predicament. She turned to look at him, making sure he saw her eyes were sore from crying.

“Actually Jane,” Abby turned to Jane now, “I’ve changed my mind. I don’t think I like your ‘roommate’ that much anymore.” She gathered herself, shook Jane’s hand with a genuine smile of gratitude and left. She did not look back at Ben. His eyes followed her out of the room, not wanting to set his wife off by actually chasing after his mistress.

“You can follow her if you like.” Ben looked confused. “I’m packing because I’m leaving Ben. If you want to beg and whine, I suggest you follow her. I’ve heard the repentance speech before” Like a dog released by his master’s whistle, Ben ran out the door and did not look back either; hoping to catch Abby and try one more sweet lie. Jane giggled hysterically as she watched him sprint after the girl who didn’t want him anyway. And in that moment, the emotional burden she had been carrying lifted marvelously as she realized that she had indeed already broken the other woman’s curse.

Photo Credits: Maureen ‘Moe’ Ndereba of DIYbyMoe

The Other Woman’s Curse

“I can’t say that I ever saw things turning out this way.” Abby began, as she nervously played with the rings on her fingers.

“Things?” The priest asked in a soft inquisitive tone

“Well, you know, my life, my career…”

“Well, tell me what happened?” He urged her on, lowering his thick glasses just a little to look into her eyes. He did this as if to assure her of comfort and confidentiality.  Abby, instead, shifted in her seat and began to straighten her skirt. She seemed even more uncomfortable. She looked up, “My mother was a God fearing woman. My father too… he was a staunch Christian. We prayed a lot and read the bible every night. I was raised well, Father. I just don’t know how..” She stopped and dropped her head to her skirt again. The Father  sat up and leaned in. he placed his elbows on his mahogany desk, crossed his fingers and rested his chin on his knuckles. She did not look up. He tilted his head towards her and said,

“Speak my Child. I want to help. God wants to help.” Abby lifted her head slowly, so that the Father could now see that she was crying. Hers was a silent cry, one that reddened her cheeks and eyes, stole her voice but gave her no willing tears rather held deep the fountain of emotion. She parted her lips to speak, no sound came out. She dropped her head again. The Father walked over to a small table at the side of his desk. He poured her a glass of water, gave it to her and returned to his seat. He continued to stare at her for a few awkward minutes while she sipped the water and found her voice.

“Go on, My Child” Without lifting her head she said, “I have lost my way, Father.” She paused and looked at him. “ Too many times. Too many sins.” The priest cracked a smile, stretched his arms towards her and said “My Child. Worry not because He forgives all, Our Lord. He loves you just as you are and when you come to him for forgiveness and make your ways right, He will forgive you and accept you back into His kingdom.” His sudden optimism and welcoming tone did not change her expression as he expected it would. She withdrew further into herself as if rejecting his open arms. She now had one tear rolling down her left cheek.

“The problem is..” She took a tissue out of her tiny diamond covered purse. Just one of the many gifts he got her. Maybe to compensate for not being able to give her  things she truly wanted, the things she truly needed. Or maybe as penance for all of her wasted time and for time he was yet to waste. She suspected the gifts were to buy her consideration and afterthought, to buy her love and loyalty. She shouldn’t have carried that purse today. However, she knew if it wasn’t the purse, it would have been some other extravagant trinket he got her. It always seemed like she couldn’t walk around without a piece of him, without a symbol of his ‘love’. Was it to comfort her in his absence? or to remind her of the guilt he had driven her to carry? She couldn’t be sure, all she knew is that without some part of him with her she felt sick, unable to go on, like a bird,grounded. She stared at the purse for a while running her fingers over the little perfectly shaped, perfectly placed diamonds. She looked up; “The problem is, I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. This all seems very unfair to me, Father. For The Lord to…” She became hysterical now tears rolling down her cheeks profusely. She choked on her tears. The Father reached out to touch her. She quickly stood “I shouldn’t have come.” And abruptly began to leave.

She clutched her purse tight and began walking as fast as she could, head down. The Father ran after her, calling out frantically “My Child, you can still be saved.” She did not turn or stop however. She was lost. All she heard was the violent rushing of air by her ears and the throbbing of her thoughts. She urged on, the sound of her expensive shoes echoing in the church as they collided with the marble floor. The father did not follow her further. She got into her car and locked the doors. For a few minutes she sat there sobbing violently in her hopelessness. She felt powerless to her circumstance yet guilty for her continued crimes.

Done with complete knowledge or without, her actions still constituted one of the gravest sins she believed.  She knew of his wife now. Hearing that from the new found love of her life set her sprawling into a dark abyss of confusion. And the children? The thought made her weep more and bang her steering wheel continuously in frustration The three most probably adorable children suffering without their father almost every night as he wined and dined her, took her on far away trips and bought her expensive things. Did his marriage and children negate their love? She worried because even in the middle of one of the greatest whirlwind of emotions, one distinct feeling stood out. It lingered in her heart, her mind and and in her throat. She still felt the intense need for him, the extreme thought towards him and the irresistible yearning for his love and doting.It made her sick to think of what sort of person she was. A husband stealing spinster, that’s what they would call her now. Yesterday she was willing to take this man’s name, today he had no name to give.

She was interrupted by her cell phone’s violent vibration in her coat pocket. She answered it without looking at it. “Where are you! I’m so worried!” the voice on the other side bellowed. She sat still, saying nothing, doing nothing but thinking everything. “Abby!!”  She startled. “Talk to me”

“You’re married, Ben! Married!!” her sobs were now so evident as they hoarsened her voice “Meet me at the apartment. I’m already on my way. I’ll explain.”

“No, Ben. I can’t do this. You have a wife and children. A life a fam…” He cut her off. “Just meet me, Abby. I love you” She hang up. Those words rang endlessly in her mind, conquering her doubts one by one. She wanted so badly to let those words fix all her problems. After all, if he loved her, would he not leave his wife and be with her? If he really did love her, wouldn’t he want her to raise his children as well? If he loved her, wouldn’t it be a simple swap situation with the wife he didn’t love any more? She decided to cling to the optimism that his love for her would fix all. She started her car and drove home. Partially relieved.

When she arrived, she parked right next to his car in the driveway. As usual, he had let himself in already. She took a deep breath, walked in and found him seated anxiously in the corner of her living room. His hands wrapped tightly around one of her mugs, his legs shaking constantly. On the table right in front of him, a tiny beautifully wrapped box. When she saw him, a wave of happiness came over her as it always did. She dropped her bag, his bag and ran towards him. He seemed surprised at first. He had expected something very different. He had expected that she would be frantic and disillusioned, the true definition of another woman scorned but she seemed calm, even though it was clear, she had been crying. He rose to embrace her and begin his atonement. First, he handed her the tiny box on the table. “This is for you, my love. Open it.”

Her face lit up as she tore away the layers of paper. She opened it slowly to reveal a pair of diamond earrings, expensive no doubt. Abby stared at the earrings for a while as her calm expression faded and her eyes began to glow in anger now rather than previous delight. She took a breathe, stood angrily and shouted,” More earrings?” He rose seeming not yet fully aware of her change in mood and of heart. “Yes, I thought you would like them. Can I help you put them on?” She pushed him away violently as he stretched his arms to help her.

“I mean, you already got me a pair like these.” She said looking him sharply in his eyes, ” Or we’re these meant for your wife!” He moved closer to hold her now, she pushed him away again.

“Abby, I promise you they were meant for you. Let’s not talk about my wife.”

“I will talk about whomever I want, Ben! How dare you say you love me while you sit there raising offspring with another.” He inched just a bit closer, pleading with her, “But I do, love you. It’s all just very complicated.”

“Then uncomplicate it for me. Help me understand. ” He hesitated, she flew off the handle “Do you love her, Ben?” He didn’t speak again. She grew frantic now,  “Answer me, Ben. I will not play understudy and I will not share! So do you love her or do you love me?” He walked towards her and looked really deep into her eyes such that she shifted uncomfortably. “I love you, Abby. Only you. It’s just complicated.”

“Then why are there earrings in that box, not a ring, Ben?” She fell to the ground, acknowledging now how weak she felt around him. How weak he made her. He confused her and she believed she was smarter than this. He began to pace the room, she watched him, back and forth back and forth until he stopped at her window. She stared down at the white fluffy carpet underneath her, the one he bought her. Then the sofa, luxurious scarlet red, expensive, limited edition; he bought that too, even had it shipped for a pretty penny. His carpet, his sofa, his table and his chairs, his bed and his bread, his house, his property. For the next five minutes, she slowly began to conclude that Jared owned her. Every part of her and everything she holds dear. She had lost herself in the deceit and flattery of this man and even though she knew that essentially it was over, she found herself in a hole too deep to get herself out of. It felt more like one she did not want to climb out of.

“Leave your wife…. and the children,”  She retorted suddenly, “or bring them! I don’t care.” he turned just as sudden. “I can’t.” He replied blankly. She began to cry again, not frantic sobbing this time, but a more resigned cry; one that expressed the hopelessness of her situation and the dilemma that the solution brought about.

“Then I’ll leave you, Ben. I swear I’ll leave you and you’ll….” He cut her off suddenly. “Don’t.” From his face, she could tell the possibility of losing her drove him mad. That look pained her deeply. She hated it, the thought of leaving him lonely and twisting in the wind. “Don’t, please.” He begged again, coming closer to her and kneeling right next to her. ” I can’t bear life without you. My wife can’t love me like you do, I know that. Only you can.” He ran her fingers under her eyes, wiping her tears then held her face so close to his; that his vision pierced through her eyes and her heart straight to her soul. She could feel him tearing her apart inside, blurring lines and burning bridges; slowly rewiring her morality.  “I regret every morning of my life after I met you, that I met her first. That I had ever thought that what I had shared with her was love, while all that while you were here waiting for me, to show me things that all my life I didn’t think I even deserved. That she has my children and not you. ”

“Then leave her,” She whispered weakly.

“I will.” He said embracing her tightly.