The main chick is a woman who has been in a relationship or marriage for a long time and has put up with a lot of crap from her man to be considered number one on his roster. If they’re not married, she’s the woman who has “wifey” status. The main chick is the one who through intuition, or proof, knows that her man steps out every once in a while; but she’ll justify it because he comes home to her at the end of the day.
This used to be my reality when I was younger, and for lack of a better word, dumb. I was with a guy for two years on and off. Throughout those two years, I caught him cheating more than once. Looking back on that time is extremely embarrassing for me because I still can’t believe I allowed myself to go through something so degrading and humiliating. The reasons I mentioned above are partly why I stayed with him, but honestly, I was friends with his mom, and I felt pressured by her to stay.
When I found out he’d had a woman in my car when we switched vehicles for the day, I called his mom to vent. Her response was, “Well you get to go on the trips, don’t you? You’re the one he comes home to.” These were supposed to be words of wisdom and encouragement, but after hearing such excuses one too many times, it felt crazy to me. As I held the phone to my ear, I listened to a woman trying to rationalize why I should stay with her philandering son. The main chick was supposed to be a consolation prize because I was living a “great life,” even if I was utterly miserable.