Being a #2 On that time I’m on my twenties, I thought that man that I’m with was only mine, never thought and no idea at all that he was married. Asking myself why I didn’t know that, why I don’t feel any doubt about him, he is such a good liar perhaps, time flies that we’ve been together, until one day, that woman approach me, asking if I know that guy (*him*), before I answered she told me who she was, *“I’m (stating her name) his wife”* at that moment, I feel that…
