Is It Necessary to Hate The Other Woman?

We hate the other one even for the simple and trivial reason that it is or was … the other one. We hate her because she has what we lack. We hate her because she is the number one culprit in everything that happens to us.

After all, she is responsible for the suffering and pain of betrayal. We hate her because she knows so well how to steal other people's men. After all, she is the master of the art of seducing men who do not belong to her.

In our circle of friends, one of us testified nonchalantly that she had feelings of admiration and friendship for her. She … who is she ?, I asked all stunned, scared by what she was going to say. She, the other one, managed to steal the love of her friend (currently a former friend) with whom she had been in a relationship for two years.

The one you hated with all your heart, the one that made you break up with your beloved man ?, I asked all again. Yes, she, the one we hated to death, she replied.

And wasn't she the negative character, the scarecrow of your peace as a couple, the depraved and hypocritical woman who pursues her interests above all else? and … again our eyes were fixed on her impatiently.

She was and would still be … if I hadn't met her and I didn't realize who she is, she would still be the usurper, the one who ruined my happiness … if I didn't -I would have realized that the love of my life doesn't love me.

Because if he loved me, he wouldn't have chosen to love anyone else. If he had been happy with me, he would not have looked for happiness elsewhere.

Why do we women hate the "shadow woman", the "usurper"? We hate the other one even for the simple and trivial reason that it is or was … the other one. We hate her because she has what we lack. We hate her because she is the number one culprit in everything that happens to us. After all, she is responsible for the suffering and pain of betrayal.

We hate her because she knows so well how to steal other people's men. After all, she is the master of the art of seducing men who do not belong to her. We hate her because we want to believe that she is ugly and tastelessly dressed knowing that the truth is completely different. If he had been as we like to believe, he would not have succeeded in conquering him.

But our rival must remain in the shadows. He must have at all costs a mind of vasculitis, kilograms by kilograms, clothes either old-fashioned and old-fashioned or of bad taste, to be either a fairy person or one who imitates cheap and unsuccessfully any of our views. We hate her, realizing that she has something we lack.

We hate her because, after all, she reminds us so well of us. And we have so much in common with her! Because, for her, as well as for you, the attraction that the man manifests is not necessarily an erotic one, but an emotional one.

And she wants protection, gestures of affection, she wants someone to remember her birthday. And she likes to be offered flowers or to make a certain person happy. Maybe she, like us, lost her mind in loving too much.

Maybe she wants respect too, but she doesn't have it as much as we do. Maybe she, like us, wastes her time and quiet counting the minutes until he has to get home. Maybe she suffers like us because she doesn't always have everything she wants. Maybe she, like you, just wants to be loved. To hate such a person? …