Sahib, biwi and woh

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KANK explore the ‘other woman’ concept

My friend is oblivious to the fact that her husband, who is having dinner with her, is busily BBM-ing her best friend. They are having a torrid affair — the best friend who’s super sweet to her and her husband. But she is most preoccupied with arranging her social life, her kids’ music lessons, their tennis games and tuitions, to even notice.

Her husband is around everyday — and he’ll be around until death do them apart, right? Not quite. He has been gone a long time ago — all her friends know about it, but no one would dare tell her. She’ll just be the last one to know, because history does repeat itself. For years and years, this is how it has been. The spouse gets to know last.
In the age of high libidos and easily available floozies to entertain husbands — while you put your kids through school, manage staff, look at your housekeeping and perhaps a career too — don’t take it for granted that your husband is just sitting around fantasising about you and you alone. He may not be coming up with cheesy chat-up lines, may not fit the description of a man who strays, may not be a flirt, but trust me, there is not a ‘type.’
You never can tell until you stumble upon this very hard-hitting truth, often through a shocking revelation which initially places you in denial until you connect the dots in your head with clues that were before your eyes all along.
The dark horses are the most dangerous ones. More importantly, the ‘available’ type of women who’d happily enjoy a romp with your husband are more rampant today than in the days of your mother when marriage came with ideals like ‘fidelity.’ That is nearly an obsolete word today and most ‘uncool.’ The bottom line then is the complacent attitude that did my friend in, not to mention her growing girth while her priorities were home and hearth. Always remember, the floozy is ever available to chat into the wee hours of the night, she is forever working out to keep her figure entertaining and fit for her men. She is always smiling in her super tight micro-minis while you multi-task the angst of exams, math tuitions and your maid’s leave.
So you ask, what should I do to avert the disaster? You don’t let it get to this stage. You wake up and smell the coffee before matters get out of hand. It is after all the wife who allows the floozy in. You enjoy the floozy’s ever available giggles in your home, and soon find out that the ever available husband has tucked the floozy under the arm and walked away, bank accounts et al.
And you — you are left fighting for alimony. So get your act together. Don’t throw your friends at your husband, including the ‘best friend.’ It is up to you, to the wife, to be a good companion besides being a good, diligent mother and a great housekeeper.
Companionship, conversation, laughs and happiness count for a lot. Being attractive to your spouse is a constant challenge that you must fulfil. Being a dreadful nag isn’t pleasant at any time. Use his cronies, brother or parents to get him to give up smoking — please don’t become his mother. Don’t forget that a great figure and skin help a lot in keeping the attraction alive and never underestimate the spark that comes out of being a good performer in bed.
Coming back to my friend, she is of course oblivious. Too busy with her kitty parties, kids and food pre-occupations to wake up to the reality. I hope she does before it is too late.