First I want to say that what happened to me was probably not right and the man who has me as his woman didn't have a right to just interfere, but he did and I'm living with him and he is my man now and I am his woman. You can't turn back the clock.

First of all I was 22 when I met the man I was going to get married to. I met the man who I live with when I was 26, at the time I wasn't married to my boyfriend. The three of us met one day after work when my boyfriend came to pick me up. It was an instant dislike, my man took my boyfriend by the arm and threw him out on the street and told him to stay away from me. He told me to stay away from my boyfriend. I should have listened.

But I was pretty stupid and I felt humiliated and watching my boyfriend crawl on the ground made me angry. Instead of doing what I was told I kept seeing my boyfriend on the sly. At work it was pretty much known that I belonged to the man, so I had to keep my relationship with my boyfriend a secret from everybody.

Then in an act of rebellion against the man, I ran away with my boyfriend and we got married at the court house.

My boyfriend got beat up and I came close to getting beat up, but he put me down and told me I wasn't worth it and to get the hell lost. My boyfriend, now my husband, had to keep his distance. But in a further act of pure rebellion, and not thinking about what I was doing, I went ahead and got pregnant. This time my husband really got taken to he cleaners and he was thrown out of our apartment and I caught hell for it, but he didn't make me give the baby away. But I knew I had gone too far that was the straw that broke the camel's back and I kept my distance from my husband.

Then it happened, my husband was working for a logistics company and he got caught sucking off one of the drivers in the warehouse. The word got back to my man that my husband was caught sucking cock, and my man went ballistic. This time I called my husband and told him to leave town, it was over and if my man found him he was on his own. Then I went to my man and gave myself to him and told him that it was over and he won.

I was fucked for three days straight, he had been waiting for a long time and he took it out on me. By the time the dust settled I was his woman. This time there was not going to be any room for error

I regret most of all getting pregnant behind his back. That was unforgivable. When he told me to stay away from my husband that first day he met him, I should have listened. I was too young to understand that when a man decides you are his woman, you better listen.

I am divorced and all that is behind me. He is the man and I am his woman. I made a huge mistake in getting married and should have paid more attention when I was told not get involved with my husband and recognized what was inevitable. I got pregnant as soon as I could, but it doesn't take away that I have a kid with the wrong man. I don't know if I will ever be forgiven for that.