Married women will hate me... but I am the other woman. And I'll tell you that Christmas is hardest on us mistresses - even if your husbands buy us pricey gifts!
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It's that time of year again. The time when the world rejoices, families come together – and lovers carve out that little bit of special time alone. What woman doesn't enjoy the seasonal gifts and cosy meet-ups, the touching gestures and all those social invitations that really validate a relationship.
Unless, that is, you are the other woman. The one who's not meant to be there at all. For those poor creatures, this is the very loneliest time of the year – a festival of heartache, painful reminders and rejection. I learned this the hard way, spending the most desperate Christmas of my life as the tier-two partner, shoved to the shadows just when it really mattered.
I know there are plenty of married women out there who'll hate me for dragging all this into the open. And I suppose I have only myself to blame, although never in my life had I dreamed of becoming someone's dirty little secret. I first became the other woman 13 years ago, when I met my then-boyfriend at a party in Manhattan. I was 29 and he was older and more experienced at 45.
To cut a long story short, I had no idea he was married. There was no ring, no obvious sign – and he certainly didn't tell me. I first became the other woman 13 years ago, when I met my then-boyfriend at a party in Manhattan. I was 29 and he was older and more experienced at 45. (Pictured: Izzy Anaya).