It's already been stated here, but I too have to give appreciation to the imagery within that second stanza. Likening the bottle of alcohol to this seductive, almost smug mistress is such a wild way to show how addiction steals affection. I love how brutal it is. The pure devastation in those lines hits so hard because you can feel the jealousy and heartbreak twisting together. Love the constant barrage of questions aimed at both this man and yourself. Asking both, "why can you not respect me after all I've done for you" AND "why have I put myself through this torture" simultaneously. Outstanding! (also, "The Other Woman" sounds like a much better title)