The Wives

A Whispered Beginning

Dear Stranger, you might be wondering who's reaching out to you from these scribbled lines. My name is Thursday, and I exist in a world that's perhaps as complex and convoluted as your own.

You see, there's something about sharing stories that bridges the gap between souls, no matter how disparate our experiences might seem at first glance. I'm here to unravel a chapter of my life, a chapter that might echo your own hidden whispers and silent battles.

My journey began with a love story—or so I thought. It was the kind of love that consumes you, the sort that writes itself into every corner of your being.

I'm talking about the love I had for my husband, Seth, and the unconventional, uncharted waters we navigated together. Now, you might be nodding along, thinking of your own love story, your own Seth.

Maybe he's not a person, perhaps it's a dream you've clung to, a job, a hope. But like you, I've learned that what we cling to can sometimes turn into quicksand, pulling us down into depths we never anticipated.

I was one of three—a trio entangled in a relationship that society would never understand. But it made sense to us, or at least, it made sense to me.

I was Thursday, the weekday that marked his presence in my life, and in this letter, I will share the unraveling of that unique arrangement.

The Unseen Threads

The heart has reasons that reason cannot understand, they say. I chose to be part of something extraordinary, a life shared with two other women, Monday and Tuesday—women I had never met but who shared the same man.

I was content in my ignorance, reveling in the fragments of time Seth and I had together, believing I could sustain myself on these morsels of affection. But like you, dear reader, I've felt that gnawing curiosity, the urge to peek behind the curtain of the unknown, to understand the full story.

It's human nature, isn't it? To want to know, to seek the complete picture. You've probably been there, at the edge of a decision, wondering if you should pull at that thread of doubt or leave it alone.

I pulled. The unraveling was slow at first, an incongruity here, a discrepancy there.

It's strange, isn't it, how the mind works? We can be so willing to overlook the signs, to paint over the cracks in our reality. I started to search for the truth, to understand who Seth really was and, in turn, who I was within this love triangle.

I didn't realize then, just as you might not realize now, that some truths have the power to shatter everything.

The Facade Crumbles

As I delved deeper into Seth's life, the facade began to crumble. Lies, like dominoes, started to fall, each one revealing a further deception.

Have you been there, stranger? Have you watched the world you've meticulously built disintegrate before your eyes? It's a harrowing place to be, yet it's also where transformation begins. The pain of discovery is akin to childbirth: excruciating, overwhelming, but ultimately leading to a new existence.

I clung to the belief that love could overcome the deception, that we could rebuild from the ruins. I wonder if you've done the same, holding on to a relationship, a belief, or a dream, even when the ground beneath you was giving way.

But just as the earth needs to be tilled for new growth, so too do our lives. Sometimes, it's the very act of everything falling apart that allows us to see what's truly important and what's merely been a beautiful illusion.

The Quest for Self

In the wake of the chaos, I embarked on a quest to reclaim my sense of self. Who was Thursday without Seth? Who was I when stripped of the identity I had so carefully constructed around another person? It's a question, I believe, many of us face at some point: who are we when we're not playing the roles assigned to us by others? In this solitude, I found fragments of who I once was, pieces I had forgotten or willingly discarded for the sake of love.

Stranger, have you felt lost in yourself, too? Have you looked in the mirror and not recognized the person staring back at you? It's a desolate feeling, but it's also the starting point for reclamation. We must deconstruct to rebuild, and in the rubble of my former life, I began to find the foundation of who I could become.

This is the essence of growth, the painful shedding of old skin to allow for the new.

The Illusion of Control

Throughout this journey, I grappled with the illusion of control. I had thought I could steer my fate, that by being the perfect wife, the understanding partner, I could maintain a semblance of command over my life.

But the truth, as it often does, revealed a different narrative. Control is often just a figment of our imagination, a comforting lie we tell ourselves to stave off the chaos of existence.

You, too, might be holding tightly to the reins, trying to direct the course of your life with a firm hand. But let me ask you, what happens when the horse decides to run free, when the path you're on splinters into a thousand different directions? Embracing the unknown, accepting the tumultuous nature of life, is perhaps one of the bravest things we can do.

It's hard, I know. It's a lesson learned through tears and heartbreak, but it's also where true freedom lies.

Love Redefined

In the end, my understanding of love was redefined. Love is not possession, nor is it defined by the days of the week on which it graces us with its presence.

Love is knowing oneself, recognizing one's worth outside the confines of another's gaze. It's about finding completeness alone before seeking it in another.

I wonder, have you been loving yourself as fiercely as you love others? Have you been your own Thursday, treasuring your presence in your life? Perhaps you're learning, just as I did, that love is not about holding on, but about letting go. It's about allowing ourselves and others the space to be authentically who we are, without the masks and pretenses we often wear.

Love, in its truest form, is freedom. It's the gentle understanding that we are all wandering souls, seeking connection, but not at the cost of our individuality.

A New Dawn

As my story draws to a close, a new chapter begins—not just for me, but perhaps for you too. I've shared my tale not to seek sympathy, but to offer you a mirror, a reflection of your own strength and resilience.

We are all made of stardust and scars, and it's the journey through the night that allows us to appreciate the dawn. And as you stand on the brink of your own new beginnings, remember that the lessons we learn are often wrapped in the guise of pain and struggle.

I invite you to look at your life, to find the stories that have shaped you, and to embrace the wisdom they've imparted. Our stories may be different, but our essence, our capacity for transformation, is the same.

If my words have resonated with you, if you've found a kindred spirit in the chaos of my life, then I urge you to seek out the book "The Wives" by Tarryn Fisher. Within its pages, you'll uncover more than just my story; you'll find a masterpiece that delves into the complexities of love, identity, and the human psyche.

It's a journey that promises to challenge your perceptions and perhaps even change the way you view your own life. So, dear reader, embark on this literary adventure, and may you find within it the courage to face your own Thursdays with grace and wisdom.