MY storyI am 47 years old. Have lead quite an interesting "upside down" kind of a life and have been a mistress TWICE. You'd think that I learned after the first time....but no.... it happened again and because of what I went through the first time round, I thought I was strong enough to deal with, cope with anything that was thrown but that wasn't meant to be....
Mistress number one time round
I was young....around 25 and fell hopelessly in love with a man who, at the time was a close friend. He was wealthy and although he wasn't extravagant, he was very kind to me. At the time, I was divorced with two small children. I was working a full time job to try and ensure that there was a roof over my childrens heads. There was no maintenance coming from their father so it was all left up to me. I managed. Life was full of ups and downs but I managed. Doctors bills were high because the little ones constantly needed medicines and one time, the eldest one landed up in hospital and of course, my doctor, at the time was awesome. He knew I was a divorcee with...not a lot of money...so he allowed me to pay it off...I think...at the time, around R50 a month. Life was cool. My cousin and I (we were very close), would very often find a few rand for a bottle of whisky and we'd sit around chatting, having a drink, watch our children play together and life just didn't seem to so bad except the times when the "electricty" man came to cut off the electricity and I had to BEG him not to because of my little ones.... or the time when the pharmacist wouldn't give me a script for my sick child no matter how I begged him. I ended up selling my jewellery that was worth thousands of rands to the pharmacist for enough just to get the muti for my sick child.
And then Peter came into my life and it was so great to have someone to lean on a little. Unbeknown to me, he went and paid the doctor so my account was clear. I found out the day I went to pay my R50 instalment and Charmaine said, it's clear. A gentleman came in yesterday and paid it in full. WOW!!! That was a great feeling because I thought I'd be paying Dr Wilson until I was 90. He didn't brag about what he'd done. He seemed genuine and it seemed that he was happy to do something for me. For awhile we were very very happy. I met his mum with whom I really got on well with. I attended all her high profile parties and met quite a lot of people whom I considered way "above" me. Lawyers and doctors and judges and magistrates and everyone of them extremely intersting to a girl like me. They all seemed to like me so I was invited to many of their homes and many of the woman tried to befriend me but although I was always polite to them, I knew, they were out of my league. While I was only concerned where the next rand was coming from to pay my bills (that were mounting), they were out painting nails, frequenting coffee shops, going on shopping sprees and planning their holidays. It was very different to MY world.
Then...one night, while Peters wife was out of town, he invited me to his home (I'd been many times before) but this particular night, we sat in his living room, drinking wine and chatting. He wanted to open a business for me which was so overwhelming, I could hardly breathe. He had so many plans for me and everything was rushing and I was just a poor girl working for service centre and I didn't know much about running a business....but he was adamant. I should think about opening a lingerie shop and he would put up the money and while he was talking, my eyes....full of wine I might add...caught the glimpse of a photograph of his little girl. She seemed to be the same age as my youngest daughter. I couldn't tear my eyes away from that photograph and it was that photograph that FINALLY brought me to my senses. The world that Peter was offering me was so so so tempting. I ALMOST pushed all my values aside but I could not forget that photograph of his little girl. Within a week....I gave back the white porche he had given me to drive, ended the relationship and was trying hard to get him out of my head. He wouldn't take no for an answer. I tried to explain to him how I felt but he misunderstood and one day, he walked into my home and announced that he would be happy to divorce his wife. THAT is a moment I will never forget because it's absolutely not what I wanted. He couldn't understand that I felt too much for his little girl to take her dad away from her. It took awhile, a lot of tears, a lot of pain and a lot of "almost" going back but eventually Peter and I went on to become the very very best of friends. What I did see is that...if it wasn't me...there would always always be "another" woman because in the years that followed, he had many more mistresses. I met some of them. Peter and I remained friends until the day he died. And.... he remained married to his wife even though, he had many a mistress after me.
For Mistress number "second" time around...coming soon!!!!
