To The Girl Who Is Proud To Be ‘The Other Woman’

Honestly? I have to thank you.

Because of you, I can now see the side of him that I was completely and utterly blindsided by, all because I was so in love with him. I thought every part of him was perfect, until you came into his life and showed me how truly shitty he is. Before you, I thought I was going to marry him. I pictured us in a beautiful house with a wonderful family started. Thank you from saving me from my mistake. I can now see that he would have hurt me, continuously.

Does he treat you like he’s your dad, too? He almost broke up with me when I did bad things. Now look at him. He did the worst thing of all. Cheated. With you.

I wish I could say I hate you, but I don’t. I did at the very beginning, only because you took the man I was in love with and allowed him to cheat. Imagine if that was you. Now you’re in love with him, and he won’t cheat on you.

He thought I was perfect; he verbally vowed to marry me someday. And look what happened.

I can’t hate you. I can’t be the slightest bit mad at you, actually. You saved me from years of heartbreak, years of what I could have wasted on a boy who didn’t actually love me. He loved what I gave him. He loved the attention he got from me, in all aspects. Then he found someone who gave it better, and that would be you. So I want to thank you.

Because of you, I am saved from what could have been a huge mistake, but instead, I consider it a blessing. I am blessed he chose you over me, solely because I don’t want someone who would be okay with breaking someone’s heart, the heart which he said he’d never hurt, never let go of, never lose. I am blessed he chose you because you are a drug to him, more addictive than any drug that could be injected, snorted, swallowed.

And most of all, I am blessed he cheated.

It showed me that I don’t need a man who wires me to hate myself. All because of you, I let that go. I can learn to love the parts he hated about me. I can learn to be myself and to step outside my comfort zone. I can learn I am beautiful, inside and out, and I don’t need him or anyone else to tell me that.

I know that you are the girl he loves now, but never forget the girl he loved first: me. I was the girl to deliver him his first kiss. I was the girl he fell for at one point. I was even the girl who took his virginity. I was first, but that will never matter. One day, you’ll both grow up and have kids, and all you’ll both remember is the time you two fell in love, but never remember how.

Even if it doesn’t seem like it, I truly do wish the best for you two. I wish you lots of love and memories and happiness, even if my happiness was taken from me. Now, do not mistake this for my forgiveness to you, as that may never come. These words are purely to let you know how I was feeling versus how I’m doing now. He was a big part of my life, and now, he’s a big part of yours.

Never lose him. As much as I absolutely hate to admit it, he was a blessing to have during most of the relationship, and I wish that he bring more happiness to you that he ever did to me.