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Iím having an affair with a married man, and his wife is pregnant. Itís different though, with me Ė itís different because he truly loves me and besides, his wife is a bitch.

ĎItís just that I canít leave her whilst sheís pregnant. You can understand that, canít you?í

Of course I can, I say. My friends look at me with raised disapproving eyebrows. Donít be stupid Laura they say, there will always be a reason.

They are wrong. He will leave her Ė sheís a bitch, a real piece of work.

I see him most nights. He comes to my house, we go to my room, we make love Ė he misses that, making love. We eat some take-away and then he goes home. He walks past my flatmates and their looks of pure loathing.

Be nice, please. I ask. They say nothing. Their looks say that this is unlikely to ever happen. They donít know him though, not like I do.

My sister and I arenít talking. Sheís married and appalled at my behaviour. You are breaking up a family, she says. Itís not true, I say, he doesnít love her Ė itís me he loves. He will leave her, watch. My sister says nothing and silence has only ensued.

I now spend all my time in my room, away from disapproving eyes. I have informed my friends that I do not want to hear their comments, unless itís positive. You canít help the heart, I say. Never say never, it could happen to you, I say.

Sheís seven months pregnant. Sheís being a nightmare, he says to me, lovingly, a person my friends donít see. We are at his house; he wonít come to mine anymore because of my flatmates and the discomfort. His wife is with her mother. Sheís being a bitch, more so than ever.

He will leave her soon.

His wife is nine months pregnant, my friend screams at me. What kind of a man is he she asks, how can you possibly love him.

I saw her the other day. Her huge stomach, her blonde hair, her Tesco shopping bags. She looked happy, not at all like a bitch. Manipulative cow, I thought.

Sheís had the baby he says, smiling, tickling my stomach. Her name is Suzanne. I donít want to hear. I say nothing. He says he will leave soon, he canít now, sheís depressed and he canít leave her with a newborn. Soon though he says, in a few months. I promise, he says.

He said he promises, I tell my friends. They say nothing, but their looks say I told you so.

Itís different I tell myself. He loves me, and besides sheís a bitch.




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The following comments are for "She's A Bitch"
by Bee

She's a bitch
Great job! This is a very relatable description of many of this type of relationships. Thanks for sharing!

( Posted by: everybodyelsesgirl [Member] On: September 1, 2004 )

great!!!
Way to go. look foward to reading more of your work.

( Posted by: izlmaller [Member] On: September 17, 2004 )

Loved this!
Came across this while going through the fiction reads. Enjoyed reading this very much.

( Posted by: Wednesdaze [Member] On: October 22, 2004 )





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