You.

[valeriethefair]

Dear...you.

I am livid.  I am sad.  I am devastated.  I don't know how else to even begin to describe what I'm feeling towards you right now.  No amount of profanity seems to even capture a good name for you.  I want to say that I hate you, but you don't deserve that degree of emotion from me or from anyone else in my family except the person you've wounded deeply. 

If you do work things out with him, it will take me a very long time before I am able to forgive you, never mind, look you in the eye with any ounce of respect.  Till then, you will always be trash.  You're even worse than trash.  You're a whore.   

I don't know that I want you to work things out.  Perhaps for his sake, but I would NEVER wish him to be married to a selfish bitch like you.  

Most of all, I hate that you've hurt someone I happen to love almost more than anyone else in this world.  You've hurt one of my best friends.  

You're lucky that I don't live closer to you.