Dear Mr married man, it sounded so plain and rehearsed when you asked me to be your mistress. The shock triggered off feelings I never knew I had. And when I said NO, you thought you could buy me off with your crocodile tears, begging and offering me a fantasy life. I wish it was that easy, I wish I could just sell my dreams to you.
You called me ruthless and selfish which I agree with but my dear, there’s more to your request than getting me an apartment and promising me heaven on earth.
Did your mother and sisters ever tell you about every girl’s dream; the wedding day and how we fantasise being the sole wives in our marriages?
Well, if they never did, allow me play Senga. What you are asking me to do requires me to kill all my dreams, sacrifice my feelings and give up on love. I can never promise that I will not be jealous of her, that I won’t need what she has. I can’t imagine trading my ‘happily-ever-after’ for a few vacations and fancy gifts.
My grandma told me of a rich man in her village who made a number of investments; built schools, had a cocoa farm, a coffee processing company and was also involved in transportation.
At 45, he decided to retire and entrust all his investments with relatives.
He expected a certain amount of money every month but that was just for a few months. As he grew older and sick, he was unable to follow up his businesses.
In pursuit of raising money for his medical bills, he decided to put some of his properties on sale. As he walked around, he realised they had all lost value due to lack of care. His cows were skinny and dying, the plantations were bushy and valueless. His Volkswagen had a dead engine and his house was falling apart. It’s at that time that he realised he had spent a lot of time and money trying to create more riches than maintaining what he already owned.
Mr Married man, don’t fall prey to the same mistake, your wife can be the best if you care and love her the same way you did then. No mistress will stick around on your deathbed but your wife will. Might.
I wouldn’t mind being the cause of your misery but I can’t stand the curse that comes with her tears of pain. Need I remind you that you chose her, you swore your undying love to her when she walked down the aisle? What has changed now? Maybe she has a few wrinkles but don’t you think you are part of the cause?
I was never raised to take the second position. And to whoever was thinking of giving it a shot, don’t dare because there’s no social status for mistresses. You wouldn’t want to be called a homebreaker. The pain of waking up alone every morning will devour your spirit.
Your children will share a silent name, ‘bastards.” You will partly belong to him but never share his name, at functions, you will sit in a corner as you watch him lead his wife to a front seat. And the bottom-line is, he will never leave his wife for you.
So Mr Married man, what were you saying again?
By Christine Nakalungi
My Cinderella Story 2 