Why I Don't Regret Being the Other Woman — And Why I Won't Perform Shame for You

I was the other woman for five years and I don't regret it. I would do it again if I went back in time and I was the exact same version of me I was then. And no, I'm not going to apologize for that.

That's the sentence that breaks people. That's the line that lights up my comment section every single week with strangers who have decided they know me well enough to assign me a feeling I'm supposed to be having. Shame. Regret. Remorse. An apology tour. A grovel.