Sidechick Chronicles by Shadress Denise Page A

one day. I should end it and walk away. My sisters have screamed it; my friends have damn near beat me over the head about it. The truth is, we have 20 years of love and history. I have his child and forever don't last always if there is no real substance within it.  When he's tired of running, it will eventually be my turn again.
     
    Until then he has my heart, but I will keep a little something on the side.
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    THE FIRST LADY
     
     
     
    "We're all saints who sin. No one is perfect. We are all born with imperfections. Forgiveness is a gift to ourselves versus someone else.  I know that two wrongs don't make a right, but I'm fed up with his antics.  I don't believe in divorce and I have a public image to uphold.  I figure since I'm stuck here, I might as well enjoy being pleasured as well..."
     
    I sit here and stare at him while everyone stares at me. We have 13 years together and you would never know I am disguising a broken heart. I love him. I despise him. Over time there has been so much damage causing this separation between us. I don't know if it was the affair that started our downward spiral or the countless church events I grow tired of attending. I just want to be a regular married couple. I miss what we used to be. I ponder on if we can ever be those people again.
     
    I know everyone at the church watches our nonverbal communication. So I have to pretend to be head over heels for the sake of who we are to the congregation.
     
    I turn in the other direction to look at him.
    I smile.
     
    He is my lover. I know what we're doing is not right. I know it is a sin. Somehow, he has managed to heal my broken heart. Lately, he has ignited a passion so real I forget I’m a married woman. I have prayed over and over again, trying to be freed from this drug I call pleasure.
     
    Part of me knows I should stop. The other part needs this to remain sane. My husband has no idea of my affair. I'm not sure why when I think about it. There is a possibility he could have another mistress again. On the other hand, he's so consumed with his newfound fame he figures I am just playing the role of the supportive wife. Regardless of which he may be involved with there's no way I can leave.
     
    I am the 1st Lady of Mount Temple Missionary Baptist Church.
    I took vows and although I am violating them, my husband has my heart.
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    THE EDUCATED GIRLFRIEND
     
     
     
    "I want to have sex with your words. I want to bang your brain. My insides quivers from your touch as your linguistics tantalize the heat from within.  Your fingerprints leave traces of evidence that passion was felt. Our rapidly beating hearts proves that ecstasy was explored and pleasure ruled as we found ourselves lost in the depths of our moans. The fire burns so hot the very touch you place upon my skin ignites a blaze unable to be contained. Your breath falls on my neck leaving remnants of how you taste. I swallow pieces of your soul and at that moment, I feel like we are one......"
     
    Ever wonder if this could be you?
     
    Did you ever think you could fall for someone who said things like this to you?
     
    These words, his words played in my mind over and over again. Made me question my morals, standards, and even the way I was raised. Every day I fought this daily battle I knew deep down was self-destructive. I was your all American girl. I grew up in a two parent household, middle class neighborhood and attended really great schools. I graduated at the top of my class in both undergrad and grad school. I pledged DST and at this point I would consider myself very successful. I belonged to a few community organizations and I was a well-known Public Relations