The other woman in my husband’s life. Yup, there is one.
He introduced her a couple of years ago. He listens to her advice, prefers her views over mine, and relies on her heavily where apparently my skills fall short.
He insists he still loves me, that I’ve not been replaced, but that having her in our lives makes things easier and causes less stress. She has found his soft spot.
Her presence is felt, and he will refer to her often, and I’ve learned that in certain situations she gets priority and is usually always right. I’ve even learned to get along with her. We have a working relationship, sort of.
I was grumpy at first and made my feelings known that I was being usurped, but I’ve got used to it now, and her presence feels familiar, if not a little irritating sometimes. Even the children have accepted her as part of life.
Yup, I’ve been replaced. Relegated. My skills as chief map reader and direction giver rejected as inferior.
She is actually called Tom-Tom and she’s the other woman in his life, the GPS navigator thingy and now that I’ve forgiven her for one-upping me, I’ll admit that she’s not got us lost yet and she never gets her lefts or rights mixed up, and she’s probably more reliable than me when it comes to tricky motorway junctions… He says we would be lost without her so I tolerate her because it makes him happy, even if I find her incredibly bossy and annoying sometimes.
If I had you worried there for a moment, sorry. Don’t panic, the other woman in my husband’s life may have taken over my job in the car but she hasn’t replaced me anywhere else, no marriage counseling needed here at the moment!
Ha ha – my husband had a relationship with this woman too … until I left her on the car roof one day and drove off! I believe he may have started another such relationship via his phone now 😉
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