fakelikemylashes:

ilovetydollasign:

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mistressofsugar:

Here I am. Your worst enemy. The scapegoat. The mistress. The other woman. The whore. The home wrecker. The girl you fear may exist in your man’s life. Why is he acting weird? Because he’s thinking about me. Not you.

I’m his fantasy, his escape. I don’t have to deal with his weird habits, or his dirty laundry. I come and go when I please. I linger in the back of his mind when you think he’s focused on you. 

Will he break up with you? Nah. I doubt it. I don’t make him work that hard to get me. In this situation, he gets to have his cake (you) and eat it too (me). In fact, I practically hand him the fork.

I’m as selfish as he is, and we encourage each other, with no remorse. He’s only as guilty as I make him feel. With each step he takes towards me, you lose his interest that much more. You’re texting him passive aggressive messages, accusing him of this & that, while he’s ignoring your texts to talk to me.

I’m the unicorn that you hope doesn’t exist.

You wonder, how can I live with myself? Taking what’s not mine.

You see, I’m not taking anything. He’s given himself to me, under the pretense that he’s dissatisfied with his current life. AKA: you. You’re talking to your friends, discussing his odd behavior. Trying to decide if he has someone like me in his life.

Your friends are your detectives. They look for me, because you can’t stand the thought of actually catching him in the act. I leave little clues, because even I think you deserve to know. Secretly, I want you to know.

But not until I’ve had enough. 

In the beginning, I’m blind with the sad delusion that he may leave you for me. I know the situation is wrong. The more he talks to me, the more flirty he acts, the closer to the “lines” he steps, the less I actually want him. 

I want what I can’t have. That’s the point.

When I finally fuck your man, I realize he’s not the type of person I want to be with. He’s a cheater, and a liar. So I turn him back to you, and you think nothing ever happened. He got away with it. Will he do it again? Probably.

This post is not about me. This post is about you. The significant other. The one who’s committed to an unfaithful person. This is not an apology, because I cannot muster enough remorse to behave myself. 

This post is a reminder. If your man is acting shady, it’s because I have him. Don’t let him win. I don’t actually want him. Does he want me more than you? No. In fact, he has no idea what he wants. Is this my fault? Maybe a little. But your man is at least 50% responsible for cheating on you. No woman has the absolute power to seduce any man into submission. If I’m your man’s side chick, it’s because he made an active decision to pursue me. 

Trust your fucking gut. Don’t let your man get away with having girls like me. If you find me, please confront me. You can yell at me, telling me I’m a whore, because I fucked your man. It’ll make you feel a little bit better. I’ll let you yell at me, because I know I’ve over-stepped. 

I’ll remind you the truth though. This is not your fault. He’s not your prince charming. He’s not worth it. You deserve better. I’m your beacon of truth amongst the mess you call a relationship. 

You think I’m a factor in your man’s life? Find me, and I’ll set you free.

Sincerely,

The Side Chick 

Sooo twisted,

But the truth is,

I am the side chick. I can identify with this and so can many of you.

I too have never felt guilty, just pity for the other woman. It’s sad, but like I said, “it’s the truth”.

Most if the time it’s fun, the forbidden is thrilling, sexy, enticing!!

And I am 110% aware that if I ever get married, the tables may turn. But what are we meant to do!?

If we don’t do it, someone else will slip right in and take our spot. So I’ll enjoy being the “other woman ” for now.

After all of these years I finally found side chick tumblr

This when brujeria comes into play.

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klaviergavin:

??? what is this ???

it’s a tray filled with fucking tubby custard that they jam up to the roof of your mouth and keep there. then they take it out and use the indents of your teeth to make retainers and stuff. it wouldn’t be that bad if it didn’t stay there that long, if the shit wasn’t flavored (’would u like bubblegum or cookie dough’ ‘i don’t really care they both taste like smoking rubber’), and if the ortho didn’t ALWAYS OVERFILL IT SO YOU END UP SWALLOWING LIKE A QUARTER OF THE STUFF AND GAGGING BECAUSE YOU’RE LITERALLY DEEP THROATING A PLASTIC TRAY AND THIS FUCKIN. PUDDING TEETH GLUE

The first time they did this to me I threw up on the dental hygienist :/

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