I’ve thought this before, and now I’m more certain of it than ever.
My father loved other women more than he loved my mother, and perhaps, in a psychologically twisted fate, I’ve made it my destiny to forever be the ‘other woman.’
Maybe it’s my way of trying to feel closer to the love I never received from my father, hoping someone will love me the way he loved those other women, instead of my mom.
What a fate.
She Was Sea 