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I think that we, as women, tend to blame the other woman because that's the easy thing to do. We blame someone that we do not know and have never met because we do not want to face the facts. The fact being that the person in our life, who is supposed to care about and love us, has disrespected and hurt us. The man who told her that he loved her every morning before he went to work was the same one who intentionally did something that crushed her world. Rather than admit this to herself, the author is looking to the other woman. She is blinding herself to the truth.
Most likely, the other woman does not know her, has never seen her, and does not even know that she exists. Why should the author expect anything, let alone a sense of loyalty, from a total stranger before she expects it from the man that she married?
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