She hides. She hides the pain of an unhappy home behind Chanel shades, mac make-up and diamond apologies. She uses her status as his "main chick" to lick her wounds, although publicly he's "single" and she is not to reveal otherwise...that's her first secret. She says the sun from all the tropical vacations he takes her on will dry her tears. For her friends who envy her lifestyle, she paints a near perfect picture of their life together. They can see the house, the money and the cars and yes it all looks glamorous...from the outside. But inside there are secrets. She tells her friends how wonderful life is and how she has everything she's ever wanted--but she leaves out some sh*t. Like, the groupies and other random chicks that are bold enough to call the house or show up at the games and sit close enough for her to hear their snickering and comments about "her man" or how those thirsty bitches wait in the parking lot after the games just long enough for her to wonder who they are and who they're there for. She doesn't tell anyone that she's lonely for weeks at a time while he's on the road and how he sometimes doesn't even bother to call. And, if it wasn't for sportscenter she wouldn't know if he was dead or alive because she hasn't heard from him...at all...for weeks. She also doesn't tell her friends who envy her life, about all the latenight arguments when he calls her a whore and tells her she's just like the groupies...then storms out of the house to go spend the night with one. She doesn't discuss how many dishes have been broken against the wall, how many times she's threatened to leave and he hasn't contested but instead told her how easy it is to replace her. The kind of man he is when the cameras, the sports reporters and the fans aren't watching...is the biggest secret she keeps of all, besides herself. Yeah...lots of secrets. Like, the time she tried to leave and he threw her car keys in the pool and tackled her to the ground...to be continued
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