Just spoke to my grandma on the phone after this morning’s non-escorting appointments, and we discussed the guilt that goes along with being the other woman. My grandma was cheated on for years by my papa, a man I love very much but who I struggle to see eye to eye with because of the impact his past behaviors had on our family. She told me a story I’d never heard before of a time back early in their marriage where a woman befriended both her and papa, going to church with grandma on Sundays and giving the impression that she was close with both of them. In the end, she invited my grandma to her home to tell her of the affair she’d been having with my papa behind her back, saying it was over but that she just wanted to “clear the air.” Grandma was pregnant with her first child during that time. She said the pain that came from that still hurts her, now more than 40 years later, and that it almost hurt more coming from a woman she thought was her friend than from the man she was married to. I can relate with that.
I’ll write more later.
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