by Rebecca Rijsdijk
Contrary to popular belief ‘the other woman’ isn’t some mythical she-monster with snakes for hair. Neither is she a ‘slut’ or a ‘homewrecker.’ Sometimes she’s just a nursing assistant working 12,5-hour shifts picking up other people’s poop. She is the one in the shadows, picking emotionally unavailable partners, and she decides to keep herself there until she puts in the work to heal. This is a little book of poetry written by an 'other woman.' It's the author's third collection of poetry.