When it was finally time for me to start a life on my own and leave my aunt and cousin, I thought I was finally torment-free. But that changed when I got married to "him".
It all started when I began hearing rumors that the captain of the Egyptian army was looking for a bride. A friend of mine, who I was living with during the time of the rumors, heard the rumors too, and talked me into going to the palace with her to catch the action.
We were just 2 of almost a hundred young women gathered around the captain's palace when the captain himself came out. All the women, excluding me, were trying their best to impress him to the point that he had to choose the one that impressed him the best. I didn't know that he would find me, and ask me immediately to marry him. That's how I became Mrs. Potiphar.
On our wedding day, he told me he'd love me as long as the Nile flows. I didn't know that when he said that, he meant before he got filthy, stinking rich buying shares in pyramids. Because when he got rich, he began to ignore me. Sure he knew he had a wife, but he seemed to love his money more than he loved me. This was almost my childhood all over again, because obviously there was no love where there should've been. So there I decided to hurt him in the similar way my cousin hurt me. That's when my life went into that downhill state I have been in since.
I started to see numerous men behind his back. At first he didn't know about it, but he quickly caught on. He then needed to tell me that I was still his. This didn't seem to be working, at least until HE came along. His name: Joseph.
I heard about him when Mr. "Rich Husband" of mine announced that he bought a slave from the nearby land of Canan. This new slave was actually pretty attractive in appearance, that's when I knew I had the best man to cheat on my husband with. Every morning I would invite him to lay down with me. He seemed to have been educated about what I was doing, for he seemed pretty resistant to my lure. One day, however, I seemed a little too eager to him. He cried out in vain "Stop, I don't believe in free love!" Free love, HAH!
My husband was counting sheckles in the den below the bedroom when he heard me and Joseph doing it good. I think I finally got to him this time, for he stormed into the room and ordered the guards to throw Joseph in jail.
THAT, people, is how I came to be. After that, I was known for being a promiscuous, manipulative whore. At least you now know WHY I am. So I tell you all, pay attention to my past and see how lucky you really might be.