The Other Wife

I met my husband's other wife at a company event. She is 28, very fit and very up to date in her dress and quite stunning. I felt inferior, being pregnant with my third kid and Mom dressed and made up.

She was 'nice'. He refers to her as his 'office wife', but keeps her in a condo and with a car and an allowance. All I could think of when I met her was "what were babies going to do that body?"

Once upon a time, way back when, when we were in college I could walk out in shorts or on the beach in a bikini, but I never would have worn one of those up the ass crack bikinis. I admit that I gained 25 pounds since then, a little after number one, more after number 2 and God knows how much I will have gained after number 3. I like being pregnant, it's my best look. Ha, Ha, and I know that makes her jealous.

During this meeting, these few minutes when we said hello. I told her to flush all those p!lls down the toilet, lay back and enjoy the ride, and I will pass along all the baby clothes I don't need. Nothing will make me happier, satisfied, than seeing her waddle along with her silly smile, "see me now, I'm a pregnant wife". I want her so pregnant she can't move.

Sorry, that's getting even and it's not nice.