You know who you are. You are "the other woman"; the home-wrecker; the slut; the bitch; the whore. I hate you. I hate you because you are weak and I am strong. I am so very, very strong (on the outside). The "other women" are disgusting, pathetic and desparate creatures. Scavengers, that's what you are. Taking what isn't yours. You come in many different sizes, shapes and colors - to so many sad and broken victims. You are the greatest salesman; you're wares are the flat plains of your stomach, the round globes of your breasts, the sweet promises of your lips, and the secret valley between your thighs. You display these to our men, our boyfriends, our husbands - you lure, and seduce, and provoke their desires. Well, let me tell you something… You CAN NOT take my husband. I will not let you. Once, years ago, before he & I were married, you succeeded in wrapping your fingers around his neck, your arms around his chest, your legs around his waist. This betrayal is still with me - although the wound has healed, the scar will always remain. A small token of the remembrance from you: THERESA. I hate you. Yes, of course, the man should be blamed as well - led around on a whim by the "dumb-stick". I hated him too, mind you (we've had a lot of working things out). But the issue here is YOU, THERESA. Three and a half years later, I still see your fat face in my head. As vivid and as clear as if you were right in front of me. So close I could spit.

You knew about me and yet you still pursued him… you loved him too, didn't you? You did anything and everything he wanted. You washed his clothes, gave him money, bought him things. You even paid for one of our vacations. I can't believe that. Not only because that was an IDIOTIC thing to do - but, because that is not the man that I know. My husband is loving, supportive, kind… he respects me. But, maybe that's because I demanded it. He has changed, not to make me happy, but to make himself a better person. And what a wonderful person he is.

Anyway, I write this because it's over. It has got to stop. I can not keep conjuring you up like a ghost that lives forever. Because it's hurting my baby (hubby); I can see the hurt in his eyes when I give the most subtle hint that I don't trust him. I can feel his heart aching when he knows I'm thinking about what you and him have done. But Jeez… It's been YEARS. His family loves me, my family loves him, we're almost done with school, we've got a beautiful house, we're planning to have a baby… Life goes on.

I just want to know one thing, THERESA, and all you "OTHER WOMEN". In your struggle to find love and be loved, did you not realize that you would leave behind a trail of pain and tears? A marriage binds one man and one woman into one body. Who are YOU to break that which is BOUND by God? Nothing. That's what you are. You are nothing. For too long, you have been a "something" inside me, tearing me apart. No more. Now, I am strong. I have the power. I have respect for myself, as well as love for myself. Remember that next time: Love yourself. You don't have to stoop so low and grovel at the feet of another woman's man. You should respect yourself and be above that. Even you, THERESA, had good qualities. You were just too weak. You NEEDED someone, anyone. Don't settle to being the second best, Theresa.

I wish I had written this sooner, I wish I had released myself of this burden a long, long time ago. You are in Massachusetts now. I heard you finally fell in love with someone else. Great. That's Wonderful. Let's just hope that no "Other Woman" steps into your life and takes what is rightfully yours. You aren't strong enough to endure a suffering like that, mark my words.

Anyway, I still hate you. I hate everything about you. The way you LOOK, the way you laugh, your body… I just think you are a sick person. But my life has to go on. This "dwelling on the past" is unhealthy. The bottom line is this: I needed to put this in writing, addressed to you, even if you were never going to read it. I needed you to know that you were USED. I should take satisfaction out of that; but I don't. His being young and stupid at that time was NO excuse to break a heart. But I would appreciate it if you would just acknowledge, just for a little bit, that I am the VICTOR here. And YOU are the loser. (I feel bad to say this, but writing that made me feel soooo good.) Please, don't sneer at me like you are "all that and a bag of chips" because you aren't. You just got another notch on your slut-belt, big deal. But know this: I am strong, THERESA is weak. Life is good. That's it. I'm done. So There.

Goodbye Forever,