Being a side chick is never always easy. Sure you may have a little more freedom than wifey, but in reality you’re being clocked a little harder. Some women never know they are the side chick. Most women actually find out they’re that chick when they’re already in there. That means feelings have gotten involved and that word LOVE done ran through your mind. You know, stupid shit like that. Then there are the chicks that know the position from jump street. They go into it, knowing that there is another woman at the house and basically don’t give a damn as long as she gets hers. Now I’m not about to throw a whole lot of shade of these chicks, because truth be told I was a side chick in the past. So I’m somewhat familiar with the plight of the side chick.
I sorta kinda became a side chick unexpectedly. Years ago I met someone and off the bat he told me he had a girlfriend at home. Now in my mind I didn’t give a f*ck because I had no intentions on carrying on anything with this dude. The more I got to know him, the more I became attracted to him. I wasn’t focused on his girl, because in my mind all the attention he was giving me made her feel non-existent. In the beginning a man gives a woman the attention she wants so he can do two things; 1) Secure her ass into thinking that this is something that she will constantly get once she stays with him. 2) Turn her mind away from any other man that might be interested in her. So he was trying to get me hooked to all this “I want to spend all my time with you”. So I stayed away from other men, I didn’t go out with my girls that much anymore, hell I even called this dude “my man” in front of other people. You gotta be a real somebody for me to do that shit. Plus, anything I wanted I got; so you know my ass wasn’t going anywhere. In turn I created a happy environment for him…I never nagged him. I knew he had a woman at home and I accepted that. I knew this was something I got into and I had to live with my choice. I never allowed myself to think of her…until.
One day I went to see him at our spot and I noticed he was acting a little funny. Now I am very observant so I wanted to take note of his actions. We were sitting in the car and I was seated in the drivers seat, so I know something was wrong when he wasn’t completely facing me. So I decided to lean forward and kiss him. Now kissing him wasn’t really on my mind I just needed to get closer. I got closer and I noticed something on his neck. This mother sucker had a damn hickey on his neck. That was the moment I knew being a side chick wasn’t for me. I grabbed his neck and looked at that shit. I asked him what the hell was that, and he gave me some dumb ass story about he was in bed sleeping and he wakes up to her sucking on his neck. Yo I was born at night, but not that night. I got so pissed I tried to kick his ass out my car. He got out begging and pleading with me. He came over to the driver’s side of my car and opened my door. Now…when I tell someone to leave me alone I mean it. He wouldn’t let me go the hell on so I drove the f*ck off. WHILE HIS ASS WAS STILL HOLDING ON TO MY DOOR. Dude was screaming telling me to stop and shit. Now I know I was wrong for what I did, but seeing that shit made me realize HE WASN’T, ISN’T AND NEVER GONNA BE ALL MINE. I was sharing!!! And I don’t like to share anything other than wisdom and the occasional d*ck pics sent to my phone. *I’m kidding about the pics…no I’m not. Fellas, If the spirit moves you email them to me. LOL*J/K
You gotta be really in love or really strong to survive as a chick on the side. I vowed no matter how I feel for the person to never involve myself in something like that again. The kicker was that he talked about leaving her. A man will say that shit just to keep you at bay with the hopes that he will leave. I realized also, I never wanted to be the cause of a man leaving another woman to be with me anyway. Sure I would get him all to myself, but chances are he will do the same shit to me that he did to her. If ya’ll don’t know by now, I BELEIVE in that bitch called karma and she don’t play. I will be damned if I let my selfishness and stupidity f*ck me over in the future. Hell no! I rather be alone in bed dreaming of a sea full of big d*cks than have someone else’s man in my bed. You can keep that there.
Holla at me: Have you ever been in a side chick situation? If so, how did it turn out?