the other one

i was the other woman for 2 and a half years and i didn't even know it.
thats not exactly true.
our roles reversed really, after a while she became the other woman.
they weren't "together".
but, they still lived together.
still, how could i not know such a thing?
we'd planned our future, we'd been near constant companions.
lovers.
best friends.
really really good friends.
he is dear to me.
he has been a truly wonderful and supportive friend to me.
he had a secret though. the ex, the "new other", they still shared a house.
for the kids.
how did i not know?
how did she not know?
or maybe she did.
i am learning how to understand, have compassion, how to forgive, how to work through the basket full of emotions that change from one minute to the next.
and how to build up a new trust with somebody who loves me dearly and hurt me deeply.