The Ballad of the A woman, B woman, C woman, and the D woman

I am the A woman That is the hardest position to maintain. I am the one he spends most of his time with The one he calls "his girl" to his friends I am the one he sleeps with and shares his thoughts with I am his chauffeur, loan lender, cheerleader, punching bag and concubine. I am the one that was good enough to meet the boys; and the one he complains about the most.

She is the B woman The one that's just a friend, he says,". . .she's just like a sister to me". She never ridicules him for the smoking, drinking, gambling or any of his other faults. The good one, the clean, wholesome one. The one he secretly wants to get with. She is the one to get the dick if she just said the word.

She is the C woman The ex who shoulda, coulda and woulda been. . .only if. She is the one who talks to him so good. The one who understands him. The one who did those things I won't do. The one who gives him such great advice and helps him sort out problems I couldn't help him with. The one who sticks around just in case we don't work out. His ace in the hole. She's the one he won't refuse if she comes on to him, the one he kisses and touches, but won't go all the way with; The one he would f*#k if it wasn't for me.

She is the D woman

I found her number in his pocket after that night he and the boys went to the show. You know, that night he called when he usually doesn't. She is the one that he's only spoken to once or twice; The one with the fat booty and big tiddies. The potential freak. Now he tells me just enough to cover the tracks he has, is and will lay. So he can convince himself he's being honest. So I won't have reason to doubt him. He says, "Trust me. . .I am not like most men."

I guess he just forgets sometimes that . . . I am B, C, and D to someone else.