It takes a really low woman to swoop right in on where you left off and the life you built with him. When it was still my home, the bitch was sleeping in my living room…on the nights that I slept soundly in the back bedroom. She invaded my life, my space, my solitude. How low can one woman be to be okay with stepping in to a life that wasn’t hers to begin with? “Real men can’t be stolen” truth in that right there. I definitely was the sucker.