I lied to you. I did. I never loved you. I’m still in love with him. And he’s twice the man you’ll ever be.
I hope that you’ll realize how wrong it is to be with a married woman. I hope that when her husband finds out, it ruins everything for you. I hope that every time you think of her little boy and girl, you realize that you’re ruining the life of an entire family.
I do not wish you happiness. I do not wish you safety, or a content life. But I do wish that you learn to fix yourself. That you learn to stop blaming the victim, and see that you’re the perpetrator. Maybe then, I’ll wish for your happiness.
You reap what you sew, my dear.