Linda PastanTo be the other womanis to be a seasonthat is always about to end, when the air is floweredwith jasmine and peach, and the weather day after dayis flawless, and the forecastis hurricane.
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It is to be the other woman. It is to be a season that is always about to end; when the air is flowered with jasmine and peach; and the weather day after day is flawless, and the forecast is hurricane. It is to be a woman who does not understand why her lover has fallen in love with another woman when she's just been through such an ordeal herself. It is to be the woman who cannot see why she was abandoned when she stood by her man when all the rest of their friends deserted them in their time of need. It is to be a woman in a season of life when everything and everybody around her seems real and permanent, but suddenly, without warning, it all ends and she finds herself alone.
Source: The Imperfect Paradise
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