DIARY OF THE OTHER WOMAN 2

SECOND EVENT
 Episode 2

James finally became my toy, he became too available, my eyes got irritated. I was done with him but not done with this new game. I dusted him off my path, I needed a new catch. I moved on with a sack load of Curses and pain handed easily to me by his wife, but I was too engrossed to realize the weight of what I was carrying.
I needed a real man, but all that came forward were boys without experience, clothed with immaturity. I needed a man, strong enough to take a risk and he would be of no fun if he didn't belong to another woman. So i began my quest for men in Union. I became a heart ache to many woman, the name laid on so many altar, I sure had my sack full. 
I did get a call back from God you know, at first I couldnot recognize his number becuse I had already deleted his number from my phone, so when I took the call, He said longest time. That familiar voice, my heart raised, (why the f**k was He calling me now). I struggled to fight of the guilt I was feeling. Wrong number I said, and I quickly dropped the call, I knew he would call back, so I wasnt surprised when my phone had 24 missed calls. He doesn't love you, I screamed to my heart, as I blacklisted His number. I was breaking through hot tears, why was He calling now, after years of Isolation He finally has my time.
I qucikly erased this moment as quickly as it came, a strong drink will heal the pain I said, so I took drinks after drinks, lost my balance and awoke the next morning in the bed of another man. With smiles on my face, I knew I belonged here, wrapped in the arms of another fool, whose matrimonial bed has gone cold. This journey gets easier by the day I said to myself, as I displayed styles his boring wife couldnt even imagine..
After that what next?? My life became a circle, get a home, destroy the home, find another destroy and so it goes, without a meaning. But I was still unwilling to forgive God, to me he was the last name I wanted to hear, not until I met Martha..
To be continued...
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