how, i asked one who had disrupted another's marriage for a love she considered eternal, how can you build happyness on another's unhappyness?
when love ends, she replied, marriage ends. it cannot sustain itself.
but how bout the wife?
a gleam came to the woman's eyes, and she recited from the reverend gladys jones ode to soulmates:
i am known as the other woman,
a statement to which i disagree.
i did not steal what is already mine,
i'm not second but first, you see.
though i'm known as the other woman,
our love's ruled by destiny.
it all began many lives ago,
that is why he belongs to me.




