How do I begin to describe the anger and hurt I feel toward you? You, the one who befriended me while longing for the man who was my boyfriend.

Oh it all started out innocently enough. At least, that's what I tell myself. He thought the world of you. I believe he still does. You were the one who shared his common interests, shared his workplace, encouraged him to always do better. A very good friend. That was the description I was given. Foolish me.

I take full responsibility for allowing you to come between my man and me. I allowed you to take away from the precious moments he and I shared. You had the knack for calling at inopportune times. He, the faithful friend, would drop anything to be there for you. The times you "needed" him to look at some great thing you had just accomplished. The times you felt his attention was better spent on you. Always, he would be there for you.

Why would he have chosen me over you? I once asked him why. If you were so fabulous and cool, why did he love me, and not you? "Because she's not you, Amy." That was the answer he gave me. Ha! I laugh at that now.

See, I know I pushed him away because of you, but I still hold you ultimately responsible for the demise of our relationship. You knew all along, as every woman does, how to make me out to be the jealous, possessive girlfriend. You knew how to change me in his eyes. The more faults you pointed out to him, the more apparent those faults became in me. It got to the point where he was enjoying time spent with you more than time spent with me. I don't blame him. Your plan worked beautifully.

Understand that he loved me. I threw it away because of you. You are simply the consolation prize. I hope you get all you want with the man who once gave me all I wanted. It will all come crashing down on you. I have no doubt about that. Your relationship is built on deceit, and connivance.

I hear he has another female friend he has been getting close to. Watch out.

Much hate,

Amy