The Other Woman

It's confession time...again. I'm the "other" woman. Not only in one situation, but in several, I'm afraid.

Now, before you start pondering that too heavily, I am NOT engaging physically with anyone who is in an intimate relationship with someone else. I, on the other hand, am the mental accomplice in this crime of love.

For various reasons, I am not dating, and certainly not marriage, material. For one reason after another, I hear every variation on why a relationship with me would be impossible, impractical, even unmanageable. Where other women are apparently quite "dateable," I am behind the scenes, illusively filling in gaps that exist in this tangled web that we weave. For as they've all said to me in one way or another and on more than one occasion..."There's just no one like you, Sunshine. You and your passion." When did that much passion become so scary?

The real question is why I continue these unhealthy, at best, relationships. Is it because I think I can do no better? Is it because I hope one day he'll change his mind? Or could it possibly be because these "relationships" are mutually beneficial somehow? But I would be remiss if I didn't say I think about the women in their lives...

And in honor of today's blog, I wanted to share a quote with you from a terrific movie, Bend it like Beckham. "I am mad about you, just don't want to marry you."