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SIDE CHIC ISSUES

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Note: This is Fiction

I had this friend. I liked our friendship alot and wanted us to stay good friends but he had something else in mind or maybe he didn't. I hate to judge.

He liked me. He actually did but he wanted to play around for a while, to place me in his side chic zone.

See, he had this lady in his life. A great lady. They have always been together. He loved her. She loved him. I loved them. Together. But he had a weakness; he couldn't resist women, beautiful ones. Beautiful women reduced him to whatever they wanted. He was weak down there. Very weak.

He never stated his intentions but his actions laid his Intentions on the table for me. He was willing to pay a price if I could fulfil the duties of a side chic. He created the side chic zone and I had the choice of walking in; of joining so many other ladies he had kept in that zone. He was generous. He could keep them all.

I was two steps into the zone, then three when my eyes were opened.  A situation came up and till date, he never bothered to find out what happened, he never stopped to ask whether I was safe. Of course Main chic was placed first and I was abandoned to wait for salvation from the Angels.

 I can never be second place in anyone's life. I can't accept it. I am my mother's last child and everyone dotes on me. I love the feeling a lot.
Yes, I love attention. You divide it, I walk away. Its petty right? Petty is bae.

  I looked at myself properly. I was in a corner in the zone where he wanted me to be. I was hung up on foolishness and desperation. My desperation put me there. Yes, I get desperate a lot of times. I shuddered. This wasn't me. I went to him for help. I needed his help badly. He knew. No one regards the people that come to them for help.
A sad world we live in. Maybe I led him on. I know I didn't but I will share the blame.

Sweet Jesus!  how could a beautiful, smart, strong, talented and young woman like me become someone's side chic, I asked myself? I am beautiful. Very beautiful. I know that for sure. You can see the world through my eyes and I have the most beautiful smile you can imagine. Yet, I was being stupid.

I rang a close girlfriend of mine. She repeated the same thing.
"Girl, you're too wonderful to be side chic zoned by that dude. I don't care what he has to offer. Forget his money, contacts and supposed affluence.  Walk away before its too late".

 Hearing her repeat my thoughts made it resound in my head.
Being a side chic to someone meant I'd be second or maybe third or fourth option to another ladies' man. It meant I'd be the reason he lied to her often, stood her up, I'd be the reason he was going to be unfaithful to her, I'd be the reason she was insecure.
 I had a rethink. I couldn't continue on that journey. It wasn't worth it. One fucking bit. It would rubbish what I stood for.

See, I am an unapologetic feminist and if my actions hurt a fellow woman, the woman I stand for, then my feminism is vain. My girlfriend repeated the same thing, the next time I called her. She too is a feminist. We stand for each other. I can't pull another woman down. Good women do not pull one another down.

 I couldn't forgive myself. The two dirty slaps I gave myself felt like nothing. I wanted to do more. I wanted to make myself bleed. I have a strong conscience. It is my weakness. I fight its torture everyday.

I walked away from him, from the whole entanglement. I haven't looked back since then.

He is still my friend. He'll always be.

The men who cheat on their partners do it with other women. They do it because there are available women to cheat with. Period!Forget the prostitute on the street. Those ones have special problems with themselves. I pray for their redemption.

If all women refuse to be side chics to men in relationships and married men, those philandering men will have no other option than to go back to their wives. Those randy dicks will restrain themselves and if their wives aren't enough, they should wank.

No good woman plays side chic to another woman's man.
Good women do not wreck relationships and homes.

Today is FEMINIST FRIDAY and I really wish every woman, feminists and non feminists alike will make a resolve to never again be the reason any man cheats on his partner.

Please do say this and mean it:
I am a good woman.
I will never be the reason another woman's relationship or home fails.
I will never again pull another woman down by my thoughts, words and actions.
I am a good woman.

Add yours!
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