The webs we weave

To be "caught in the web" is a metaphor, often used to describe a particular situation or problem that a person, or group of people are trapped within.

Since a web is something that is difficult to escape from, the problem suggested by this metaphor is implied to be continuing.

When it comes to infidelity, the web is all in the eyes of the beholder.

For the wife, and many other women (and men as well), the web has been spun by the “other woman” (commonly referred to as species Bitch-ius) to capture her prey in the form of the husband (commonly referred to as species Jerk-ius).

For the “other woman” the web is the sticky trap she herself has been caught in. A web that has been spun by none other than species Jerk-ius himself!

So when species Jerk-ius gets caught in his OWN web, more often than not by his own loving wife, instead of acknowledging his creative genius (cos you know, webs are fucking hard to make, so he should really claim this art of his) he spins another yarn, and suddenly species bitch-ius has turned into a big black widow!

As the mistress of a married man, I felt stuck. I felt trapped. And each time I tried to make a move, to break free, he spun some more yarn, and I became entangled even more.

And to make matters worse, I felt like everyone was looking at me, while I was stuck in this web, and they were thinking that I was the genius who spun it, and that I was the black widow waiting to pounce on the married man.

It wasn’t like that. It wasn’t like that at all, but who was going to believe a slag like me?

And you?
Would you even dare to talk to someone about it?
Could you even try to explain YOUR side of the story, about how you ended up here?
And who is going to believe you?

Well, I would believe you!
I know what goes on behind those closed doors.
I know how it feels.
I remember the web, and the whispers and the sidewards glances!
I remember my heartache and my shame.