They thought I would be bitter. They thought I was foolish to keep him close, to let her in.
I heard their voices, but my soul spoke louder and I chose to listen to that instead.
There isn’t a word to describe the relationship the first wife shares with the second. I know because i’ve spent a long time trying to define it.
When you’re a mother, a woman of substance, you put the children first. So I did. She reflected that need in an instant.
It’s, i’m going to stand by this man even though our vows were broken. It’s, I see you as a part of him we waited for.
It’s more than friend, it’s not quite sister, it’s, I see you and your truth and i’m not here to crumble.
It’s, I knew him, but you know him. It’s, you are a limb I didn’t know he needed, I, needed.
It’s, I see the beauty in your struggle, and i’m not wavering.
It’s, I see the Love in your hearts and it brings me Peace.
It’s, our children need guidance; guide me.
It’s, I don’t know your past but i’m building the future with you.
It’s, let’s bare children and raise them as blood brothers.
It’s, here’s my heart, it’s all for you.
It’s, witnessing a rainbow in the form of flesh and bone and a smile you never knew you missed.
It’s, this woman is my Breath of Fresh Air.