I got an e-mail from my first husband’s #2.
I couldn’t believe it.
She had copied and pasted from letters and messages Mark has sent her and spiced them up with her own comments on how much he loves her, wants her, covets her, and added photos of him asleep and naked, of them together kissing, and screenshots from some of their cyber rendezvous.
There’s your innocent, lovely, modest girl!
The sad thing is, I let it get to me. Yes, I admit it hurt like hell.
I recognize the words, the same kind of nicknames, silly endearments he uses with me. It hurts to know he uses the same phrases, the same words of love to her. And the images burn into my brain.
She is vicious, bad to the bone.
I hate her.
I’m sorry but that’s the truth. I hate her.