A Woman who…

A woman who sleeps with another woman’s husband will say anything to try to justify their actions. “His wife is crazy, his wife is a b**ch, he doesn’t love her anymore”.

They never stop to question the man who cheats on the woman he vowed his life to. They never stop to wonder if perhaps his wife is a question the man who cheats on the woman he vowed his life to. They never stop to wonder if perhaps his wife is a crazy bitch because his cheating ass made her that way. And they certainly never stop to think that maybe someday he might do the same to her.

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