Wife1:
I have to be the dignified widow and pretend that my powerful husband was everything the world perceived him to be: a civic leader, pastor, good husband & father. Inside I am screaming from heartache and no one cares to hear me. I'm left to pick up the pieces of the truth he left behind: a 6-year old son who is his clone and the clone's mother who is demanding money & recognition and sympathies that are not hers to receive.
Mistress1:
My world has crashed. My love is gone. All I have left is our son and the knowledge that I am the "wife "of his heart. She is the wife of his image, the professional face he gives to the world but I am his true love. He wanted me to be taken care of because behind closed doors he denied me almost nothing. He shared everything: dreams, passions, burdens, and of course his love.
Wife 2:
Hurt recognizes hurt. I saw the burden & disappointment behind those brown eyes. I saw the unshed tears that she wanted to cry, I saw the resentment, bitterness and anger screaming to come out too. I knew she needed to breakdown and cry in private so I let her speak the words to me she couldn't say in front of her children and the world: He Was a Cheating Bastard Who Betrayed Me.
Mistress2:
Love is messy, so I'm hired by men, wives, and mistresses to clean up that mess. I do my job with professional detachment and without judgment because I keep myself free from these messy, emotional entanglements. {…you cheated on your mistress with your girlfriend..}. I do whatever is necessary to save my client using any and all methods at my disposal. My white hat puts me above the law.
Wife 1:
He asked me to marry him because he loved me. He wanted his dreams to come true with me by his side. While he climbed the ladder of success I was his partner. When the success was less than fulfilling he cast me to the shadow of still married but living single. He found a new partner but didn't want to let me go because he needed me to keep his image, care for his children, and do his laundry.
Mistress1:
She speaks of shadows as if she knows what it's like to live there. I was the one living in the shadows. I lived my life waiting for the crumbs off of her table, waiting for her to let him go, waiting for his acknowledgement that our love is true, that our love is no longer secret, that our love can survive the light of day. He is gone and I'm waiting for her to acknowledge my value in his life… and still I wait.
Wife 2:
I remember when we first got married. We were struggling but living on our own terms and making our own way. We were partners, we were inseparable. We had an unbreakable bond. Then he was the one who changed not me. Once he accomplished his To Do List and saw no more challenges ahead of him, he grew restless & irritable. He needed to be the hero, he needed to be admired & adored by women. I make sure he has what he needs, so I stepped into his shadow.
Mistress 2:
I am a whole woman who has no need to be rescued. I have no preconceived notions, nor expectations from others, I accept them as they are: flawed. I fulfill my own needs and dreams with this faded, dingy white hat I'm wearing. As I said before, I'm free from emotional entanglements… excuse me, I need to take this phone call.
The Husband: "What's the problem? One is my stability, the other my stimulation."