The pronoun ‘she’ never really used to mean anything to me, it just existed like all of the other words we encounter throughout the day. When someone says 'she’ or when you yourself say 'she’, you are always talking about someone else.
When you’re the other woman the word 'she’ can make your stomach churn, your skin crawl, and make your smile falter. The word 'she’ can realistically mean so many people, but when you’re the other woman it always means the same person; and it’s never you.
I hate the word 'she’. 'She’ is in my way. 'She’ is more important than me. 'She’ has you. I’ve never even met 'she’ and I am already inclined to dislike her. 'She’ keeps you from replying to my texts. 'She’ keeps you from spending time with me. 'She’ is one of the luckiest people in the world.
But if 'she’ knew about me, then I would be 'she’ to her too.