<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116809683112883420</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:02:33.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To The Other Woman</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Letters To The Other Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585413177485691094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116809683112883420.post-5364083633452644854</id><published>2010-03-07T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T20:07:06.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God</title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that everything happens for a reason, but this is just not something I am understanding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you must be hurting seeing me hurt like this.  Watching me lose my grip on the world, on you.....right I mean, your are a father watching their child lose their way.  It must hurt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't do this anymore, I can't.  Please help me find the stregth to keep going, to see a light at the end of all this.  I beg for your mercy for your protection, and for your strength.  I did not enter this world with the intentions of doing this all alone.  I praise all the single moms out there, but this is not for me.  I am not strong enough.  Not when I know what it was like, not when I had what I had.  But now what, where do I go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to make this work, I love him, but how does one work towards forgivness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am struggling this time, it was different last time, but this time, it is so much harder.  For the first time I feel HATE.  That is not a filling I am used to, it is such a ugly word, I have felt it before towards her, but never towards my husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is sad, when I was little and would hear my parents fight, and the way they were a couple, discusted me.  It was horrible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I promised myself I would never be like that, never have a marriage that wasn't filled with love, so much love it was overfilling....and now....now I am lost, and hurt, and cry everynight....now I am in so much pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How much longer, I have been begging with you, begging you to help make this right, please...I can't hurt any longer.....I am not strong enough....I just want to feel love again....please make the hate stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116809683112883420-5364083633452644854?l=letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5364083633452644854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116809683112883420&amp;postID=5364083633452644854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/5364083633452644854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/5364083633452644854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-god.html' title='Dear God'/><author><name>Letters To The Other Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585413177485691094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116809683112883420.post-2641449557679820884</id><published>2010-01-10T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T08:51:21.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my husband</title><content type='html'>Dear Other Woman,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my letter to my husband, just thought you'd want to read a little of what you helped cause:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Dear Husband,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;I am so mad at you right now...mad because I feel so alone.....you were always who I would go to to vent....to get things off my chest.......I need you so much right now....i feel like a horrible mother...wife...daughter....child of God......i don't understand my purpose....if I could I would crawl into a hole and never come out...remember how I used to say I wanted to crawl up in your chest and hide from the world.....I can't do that....i know I am totally pmsing right now...but it doesn't change the fact that I just feel like someone has a bag over my head and I can't breath.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;I know if I said any of this to you you would tell me you were still here for me.  That you are trying.....but how can I ever believe you again.  You ruined everything...I know it takes two, but really...what you have done will never compare to me gaining weight, or forgetting to pay a bill, or burning dinner......and yet here you are trying in your own ways....but I know....I know you are most likely trying in her ways too...and I can't do this....a little piece of me each day dies......I want nothing more then this to work.....but....how...how can we work through this......there are a few big things I keep asking for...if you really wanted to make mends, make it work, those would be your main priority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;But what  is wrong with me....the fact that I enjoy talking to you, miss you...long to see you again......I must be sooooo fucked up......you live these lies.......I don't want to be one of your lies...I want you to love me on your sleeve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116809683112883420-2641449557679820884?l=letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2641449557679820884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116809683112883420&amp;postID=2641449557679820884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/2641449557679820884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/2641449557679820884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-my-husband.html' title='To my husband'/><author><name>Letters To The Other Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585413177485691094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116809683112883420.post-928456527563792615</id><published>2009-12-22T10:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T10:16:51.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siblings &amp; YOUR drama</title><content type='html'>Dear Other Woman,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’d be happy to know him and I  fought today, fought because of the fact that my child wants to see their stepsibling, not the new one, since no one knows about that one.  So we fought because of you and me being so different, I want them to be together, to know each other, and it has to become this big production because of you and your drama.  You said the other day you would do anything for my husband you love him so much.  Then how about stopping your drama, making into everything about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because of you, things have to be done secretly, and because he is so afraid of upsetting you I have alter my life for your dumb ass, if it wasn’t for the kids your dumb ass would have been forgotten by all parties a long time ago.  How does that make you feel!!  OH wait you know that, hence why you planned the first baby and the second…PATHETIC you and DUMB him!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116809683112883420-928456527563792615?l=letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/928456527563792615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116809683112883420&amp;postID=928456527563792615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/928456527563792615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/928456527563792615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/2009/12/siblings-your-drama.html' title='Siblings &amp; YOUR drama'/><author><name>Letters To The Other Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585413177485691094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116809683112883420.post-6037178766353865479</id><published>2009-12-21T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T10:24:44.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A ghost note to my husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear the man I said to death due us part, in sickness and health,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will always love you, that will never change.  And I never wanted you out of my life, but you know all of this, you always have.  One thing I envy you on is that you know that you are loved, true, pure unconditional love.  For that is the only thing I envy you for.  Everything else, I pity, I pity that you can take love like that for granted, take hearts and break them, take lives and easily toss them to the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want nothing more then to make things work, I always have.  In no means am I perfect, but there has never been any wrong that I have done that deserves what you have done to me.  Everything I have ever asked for from you, you have given to [insert her name here].  Our life is not a game as it so easily is referred to.  I sit here with you, looking at you with hate and love at the same time.  And I am so confused, confused and in pain.  I want to be with you, no one understands me like you do, but you can not figure out what you want in life.  And I don’t want to be someone in your life that you don’t know how you want to handle anymore.  I want to be the person you can’t live without, can’t stop loving, want to kiss, want to hold, want to embrace.  What to protect, love and cherish.  I want to be the one you wake up missing and go to sleep thinking about. I want to be the one you don’t want to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want someone who would protect me from all evil in the world, including her.  I know she will be in your life forever, but that doesn’t mean she needs to be IN YOUR LIFE like you let her.  I will not share you anymore, I will not fight for you anymore, I will not fight for us anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you are in limbo, that you can not work on us while states away.  But are you even working on yourself, are you even trying to fix what you broke? The story is see is you are filled with excuses, excuses to make a choice, to deal with the pain you have caused us both. Miles are not an excuse to what you could be doing.  You could begin with the truth.  You could begin with being honest with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after Christmas I will shut the door to my heart.  You are no longer allowed there, because it can not break or be any more humiliated then it already is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry, I wanted nothing more for this not to happen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116809683112883420-6037178766353865479?l=letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6037178766353865479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116809683112883420&amp;postID=6037178766353865479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/6037178766353865479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/6037178766353865479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/2009/12/ghost-note-to-my-husband.html' title='A ghost note to my husband'/><author><name>Letters To The Other Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585413177485691094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116809683112883420.post-2082280474282281981</id><published>2009-12-21T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T09:00:24.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holidays</title><content type='html'>Dear Other Woman,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say the holidays are the toughest, boy isn't that the truth.  Was just thinking about asking you what you planned on getting my husband for Christmas, I mean I don't want us to get the same things for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as I sit her confused more then ever, and weighing packing my bags and taking my kid somewhere no one could ever find us to escape the drama and pain you insist on inflicting, I wonder what I am going to do.  The love of my life, my best friend, gave the one gift I anted to you, life......and since he can't seperate ties from you, and can't from me....I think it is only fitting to let go and take control of my own life.  But he makes it so hard, he won't let me go, he does so many things to show he wants me to be with him, but yet he does things that prove he will never change.  And your stupid whore self went and got knocked up.. You are more stupis then I could ever be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate you, I hate you both....the one person I trusted, loved, and will always love, I hate you.  I hate hat you have and are doing to me and our fmily.  And I hate your stupid whore who will not leave me alone.  You are pathetic that you continue to mock me, try and friend my friends....LEAVE me the FUCK alone!!  If I ever end up dead, cyber world, tell the  policy that whore must have had something to do with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to live my life for me and my child....you and your stupid self need to get a life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116809683112883420-2082280474282281981?l=letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2082280474282281981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116809683112883420&amp;postID=2082280474282281981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/2082280474282281981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/2082280474282281981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/2009/12/holidays.html' title='The Holidays'/><author><name>Letters To The Other Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585413177485691094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116809683112883420.post-4714781719200621518</id><published>2009-11-02T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T05:34:11.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>Dear Other Woman-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a long week and weekend....so we got to play family since he was up here, and I will say I miss that.  But I am sooo angry at you two right now.  When he left our kid was bawling.....sobing unlike they have ever done before.  So F you both for causing that pain.  Not to mention later in the car our child stating that they didn't know why but they were so angry they felt like they could scream.  That is horrible....horrible that a little child is confused as to why they are so angry right now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116809683112883420-4714781719200621518?l=letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4714781719200621518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116809683112883420&amp;postID=4714781719200621518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/4714781719200621518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/4714781719200621518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/2009/11/long-weekend.html' title='Long Weekend'/><author><name>Letters To The Other Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585413177485691094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116809683112883420.post-8799830986008904048</id><published>2009-10-29T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T07:22:43.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day....another disapointment</title><content type='html'>Dear Other Woman,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this week my husband is home.  It is a special week for our child so he is here to spend some family time, since we have yet to tell our kid we are getting a divorce.  I asked him about your two....he said there is nothing...that he doesn't want to be with anyone right now.  That he knows what he did was a mistake.  Hear that...your a mistake!  HA!  Anywho....so he hides the car in the garage stating he needs to give it an oil change...yeah like I beleive that...he didn't tell you he was coming and he doesn't want you to know he is here.  Funny and sad at the same time right...oh and mean.. I mean he doesn't want to admidt anything in life.  Where he is...how he feels...nice, real mature.  No wonder you to gravitate to each other..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ON another note I will tell you these few days have been hard.  We have been doing family things like nothing ever happened...it is very hard for me.  There are times I look at him and want nothing more then to reach out and touch him, love him, kiss him, and then I look at him and I see you and all the other woman that he is fucking and I hate him....am utterly discusted....this is sooooo hard.  The man I love, will always love, and yet right now hate, hate for the pain he has caused.  He said something funny, I was telling him how I wished we had bought a different house, the one I wanted, because it would have ben easier for me to afford, and was smaller etc. and he said he didn't want our kid growing up in that area....and I am thinking....you care about how your kid grows up...really....did you just say that.....if you cared so much you wouldn't have done what you did.  UGH!!Anyhow, you, well you still discust me...I know about your antics....really....loser....creating online accounts for him posting you two all over them saing he is in a relationship with you...get a life...have some resect...we are still MARRIED!!!  And I think if he had it his way w'd stay married.....I mean...really....you need to do a life check....cause you need to revaluate your shit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for the next 4 days of being in the same bed, no worries I will not think of you ONCE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116809683112883420-8799830986008904048?l=letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8799830986008904048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116809683112883420&amp;postID=8799830986008904048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/8799830986008904048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/8799830986008904048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-dayanother-disapointment.html' title='Another Day....another disapointment'/><author><name>Letters To The Other Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585413177485691094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116809683112883420.post-1523765506683470948</id><published>2009-10-13T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T13:38:18.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't it Sad</title><content type='html'>Dear Other Woman,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much hate and anger to you, right now I pray that will cease, as hate is an ugly thing to bottle up.  You know what I hate most of you.....how your poison as seeped it's way into my husbands heart.  Your sick sick poison....is slowy killing him.  He used to be filled with light, hope, love, adventure, excitement, now he is nothing. Has nothing and is nothing.  You beat him down...you suck him dry.  I only pray he gets his shit together for our kid.  I still love him you will never take that from me, and he still loves me...he still looks to me to comfert him, to be there for him.  You will never have that....you are nothing more to him other then a good fuck.....but I can't be there for him like I was.....you destroyed that....I can't go back...not this time.....but I find comfert in the fact, he looks to me to tend to his wounds.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116809683112883420-1523765506683470948?l=letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1523765506683470948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116809683112883420&amp;postID=1523765506683470948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/1523765506683470948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/1523765506683470948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/aint-it-sad.html' title='Ain&apos;t it Sad'/><author><name>Letters To The Other Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585413177485691094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116809683112883420.post-95730764683559753</id><published>2009-09-19T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T23:25:44.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So My Life Is A Lie</title><content type='html'>Dear Other Woman,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I found out tonight that my life is a lie, but guess what so is yours!  So I found out all the lies he's been telling you.  Making you think Iwe weren't together this past yer.  Making you think police were being called etc b/c him and I fight.  That one is almost laughable.  So everything he told you all lies...everything he told me about you....all lies.  So guess the jokes on both of us huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I am so upset right now...upset be cause you two have scared my child, they will never know what it's like to grow up with a whole borhter or sister, or know what it is like to have their daddy around.  You two fucked up their life and I will NEVER forgive either of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So even though I am ducking out of this relationship....quietily and soundly...I leave you with the fact that he is not your soul mate, he is not in love with you...but instead as he put it...has lied for so long to you he just never knew how to get out of it, or stop being who he became with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I ask is for all the kids sake, maybe you can convience him to seek help..after all..you think he is just with you...when he's not only been with us both...but posting single ads down south where he is...so you must not be that important BITCH!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I salute still a BIG FUCK YOU AND FUCK OFF!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHORE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116809683112883420-95730764683559753?l=letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/95730764683559753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116809683112883420&amp;postID=95730764683559753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/95730764683559753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/95730764683559753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-my-life-is-lie.html' title='So My Life Is A Lie'/><author><name>Letters To The Other Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585413177485691094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116809683112883420.post-2117853257034378797</id><published>2009-08-22T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T19:30:01.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR BITCH!</title><content type='html'>FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, and oh yeah FUCK YOU!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To you this has always been a game!!  Well I throw in the towel.  YOU CAN HAVE HIM YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!  You enjoy fucking with people's lives, with children's lives.  YOU ARE a sick sick human.  I feel HORRIBLE for YOUR OTHER children.  What a POOR example of a WOMAN you are.  YOU are a HORRIBLE EXMPLE of a mother.  a mother protects their children for EVIL!!  But it must be hard to do because you ARE EVIL!  And to think I felt sorry for you, to think I prayed for you.  YOU are and EMBARESSMENT to your family.  YOU are a disgusting person.  A MEAN EVIL UGLY HATE FILLED person.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU have FUCKED with MY CHILD so I am DONE!!!  GAME OVER BITCH!!!  I am done.  I hope you are happy that you broke up a FAMILY, that you are a HOMEWREAKER. that YOU have RUINED MANY LIVES because you are a SLUT who can't LET GO of a married man.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU STUPID FUCKING SLUT BITCH WHORE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The FAT BITCH you have ALWAYS been jealous of!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUCK YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116809683112883420-2117853257034378797?l=letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2117853257034378797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116809683112883420&amp;postID=2117853257034378797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/2117853257034378797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/2117853257034378797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-bitch.html' title='DEAR BITCH!'/><author><name>Letters To The Other Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585413177485691094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116809683112883420.post-5388552614849472650</id><published>2009-08-22T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T19:23:52.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do You Let Go?</title><content type='html'>So I always told people that I was with my husband not for our children...but for my love.  The love I have for him.  It's a strong bond...sealed by God.  And I always thought protected by GOD.  So how does one piece of mail destroy everything I believed in.  Everything I held so dear to my heart.  It was yesturday that I found out my husbands 2nd secret.  You see the first one was the birth of his child with that woman....you know the other woman.  The one who decided it was her life mission to torment me.  Well about 9 months ago he created a second secret with her.  And she kept that secret.  And like most things in life.....it takes awhile to learn our lesson.  So as we lived our lives better then we have in many....in fact since the other woman came into our.....this secret began to brew.  Horrible...you know...we finally get to this perfect place......filled with love...and for the first time in 3 years I was at peace.  You can see the decrease in blogs.  I learned to ignore her idle  threats......and her WT ways....so how cruel is that that to end this perfect life is the coming of this 2nd secret.  And this secret is not one I could ever explain to our kid. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, imagine sitting them down in 10 years telling them.....yes kids daddy and I seperated and he had a kid with that WT lady......and we decided to make it work. and let our love bloom, and live as a family......but then he "whoops did it again" and I forgave him and we are still going strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO!  I can't, I can't do that to them. What does that teach them....that I am worth NOTHING...that woman and the concept of marriage are worth NOTHING.  NO!  for this I will push my love aside..my feelings...my seal and commitment, under God....and I say NO, my child comes first.  Because I hate to admidt it, but if that "secret" wasn't born....but the act still happened...I would still accept him back, with strickter then ever rules.  But this time I can't.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I am crushed....I have never felt such dispare, such feeling of hoplessness!  If it wasnt for our child, I would not be able to get up in the morning.  I have never felt such anger, hatrid, embaressment, failure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Explain to me how I pick myself up from this.  Someone...REALLY...You all read my FUCKING life....you never leave a comment...so go ahead I dare you to tell me life will get better, or God puts us through crap fr a reason, come on I challenge you to make sense of all this horrible crap.  YES i know it could BE WORSE!!  so don't bother with that shit...because you HAVE NO idea.....so try me!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116809683112883420-5388552614849472650?l=letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5388552614849472650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116809683112883420&amp;postID=5388552614849472650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/5388552614849472650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/5388552614849472650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-do-you-let-go.html' title='How Do You Let Go?'/><author><name>Letters To The Other Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585413177485691094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116809683112883420.post-5448324717402390438</id><published>2009-08-21T20:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T20:41:00.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4:20</title><content type='html'>Today...all hope and will was lost.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today will change the rest of our lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116809683112883420-5448324717402390438?l=letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5448324717402390438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116809683112883420&amp;postID=5448324717402390438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/5448324717402390438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/5448324717402390438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/420.html' title='4:20'/><author><name>Letters To The Other Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585413177485691094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116809683112883420.post-705171897830318457</id><published>2009-05-16T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T15:52:47.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And this is why I can't stand you!!</title><content type='html'>Dear Other Woman-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who are you...no really who are you?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's fill in the blanks today, (warning to reader, I am pissed right now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are a _______ woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's make a list&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Angry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Evil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Horrible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Pathetic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Hateful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Wicked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Discusting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And really, I don't see nice words in that list at all.  Interesting...I bet your children and family would be so proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well all I have to say is HOW DARE YOU!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How dare you invade my life, how dare you speak to me like that.  When I have do nothing...NOTHING and you have done everything...EVERYTHING.  Who slept with my husband......YOU.  And yet you hold all these nasty thoughts in your head about me?????WTF did I do wrong???  How could you treat people so horrible when you are the cause.  You are a little evil disease that needs to be out of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I think I am going to crack, but I won't, I won't let you get to me.  I will keep my cool in front of you, I will continue to show my nice self.  I will walk away from your evil words and tone and EVIL self.  I will walk away, and I will vent on these keyboards and no more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I pity you, how I pray for your soul, and your children.  I only hope you don't show them this EVIL you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You ARE a horrible person, and iy is sooooo sad how you CHOOSE to live your life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So ask yourself this...is this life the life you really want?  So why are you choosing to live it like this.  MOVE THE FUCK ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GET OVER YOURSELF!!!  NO ONE CARES!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116809683112883420-705171897830318457?l=letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/705171897830318457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116809683112883420&amp;postID=705171897830318457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/705171897830318457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/705171897830318457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-this-is-why-i-cant-stand-you.html' title='And this is why I can&apos;t stand you!!'/><author><name>Letters To The Other Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585413177485691094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116809683112883420.post-3457564271851583246</id><published>2009-03-15T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T11:33:03.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace and Quiet</title><content type='html'>Dear Other Woman,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How nice it has been being so far from you.  So quet the past few months, though omething inside me is fearing that you are up to something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking about you the other day.  And how no matter what happens you end up sneaking into my thoughts.  It amazes me how much damage you have done to my life, my husbands life, and all the children involved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, I play in my mind the day you child comes to me to find out the truth about this all.  And how I will react.  I lov that kid, as if they were my own.  It hurts me that you get to have them in your life everyday and you take it for granted.  You hear on the news about moms giving up their kids, their custody, and I only wish we were that lucky.  You are so bitter and so mean and you let that pour out unto you kids.  I wish I could scoop that baby up and protect them from their own mother.  How much hate and rage you must have to not put your own childs well being before your own.  So sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I was also thinking how nic it would be if you found Christ, and you moved on.  And I wish we could have a relationship.  Weird to say outloud, but it is true.  But I don't know if I could ever trust you.  So many things you have done, just to hurt us, even just to hurt me.  So much more then my husband knows.  He carries a burden big enough already, I never told him everything you have done.  One day you will have to look back and see how ugly of a life you lead, and you will have to come to understand those terms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116809683112883420-3457564271851583246?l=letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3457564271851583246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116809683112883420&amp;postID=3457564271851583246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/3457564271851583246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/3457564271851583246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/2009/03/peace-and-quiet.html' title='Peace and Quiet'/><author><name>Letters To The Other Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585413177485691094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116809683112883420.post-2851587363678735400</id><published>2009-01-25T15:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:11:34.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for no posts</title><content type='html'>Dear other woman,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I figured I had gotten a break from you, you know because we moved hundreds of miles away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But does that stop you....no.  You find out we come home for the holidays and you use that chance to call me and go on and on.  So I keep myself composed, because 1. it's funny to listen to you get all white trash when I give you simple one word answers, and 2. because I will NEVER be like you.  So you go on, and on, about how you and my husband are meant to be together, how you love each other about how you are having another child with him, and of course as normal you can't go without getting ugly and telling me that my husband would never hae sex with me because he can't even look at , because he thinks I'm so disgusting.  All I can say is wow, as normal you are filled with class.  Before this call you we e-mailing me and leaving me rude WT comments on the internet, and even text messaging me, and I think it bothers you most because I ignore you.  So because you changed your number I answered the phone.  You go so far as to change you cell number so what...I actually pick it up??  Because before I would just ignore them.....sad...very sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny thing is when I told MY husband about all this on the call, he laughed...yes he laughed....he laughed at how you just won't stop, it wasn't like a funny ha ha laugh, it was a sad, she is pathetic laugh, and then he held me and loved me, and told me he wouldn't be here, and wouldn't have moved so far way if he didn't want to be with me.  And so we have continued our life without you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What saddens me most is the little child the to of you have is the one that is suffering, and my husband, because he can't be even in the saem state with you ad that child without you causing drama.  And he feels that it is best to be far away, it is healthier for the child not to be a part of the drama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it saddens me that our child has to be kept from their sibling, this whole thing, all this drama the two of you caused....it is hurting the kids the most.....and what is worst is you are supposed to be a mother.  Mothers protect their kids, love and take care of their kids...you put yours in harms way......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116809683112883420-2851587363678735400?l=letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2851587363678735400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116809683112883420&amp;postID=2851587363678735400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/2851587363678735400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/2851587363678735400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorry-for-no-posts.html' title='Sorry for no posts'/><author><name>Letters To The Other Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585413177485691094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116809683112883420.post-1465255957785850398</id><published>2008-11-22T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T13:09:38.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe</title><content type='html'>Dear Other Woman-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are so many miles away........I have kept myself as far from you as possible.  It' funny how not being around, not being there, not being close, you decided to try and up your game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I get phone calls, text messages and forwarded e-mails.  I know I am one who tends to live in a fantasy world of romance and love, but  your fantasy world is filled with chaos, hate, anger and JEALOUSY!  I feel bad for my husband, he has been punished long enough, I pray for his healing to come, his time of peace.  So much weight on his shoulders you give him....It needs to be a time of healing, for you...one day you will break and I pray God is there to catch you.  For the sake of all your children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116809683112883420-1465255957785850398?l=letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1465255957785850398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116809683112883420&amp;postID=1465255957785850398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/1465255957785850398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/1465255957785850398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/2008/11/breathe.html' title='Breathe'/><author><name>Letters To The Other Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585413177485691094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116809683112883420.post-4752626112564467058</id><published>2008-10-26T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T08:56:00.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad....Very sad</title><content type='html'>Someone out there explain why someone makes it their life mission to hurt others as they have been hurt.  Please tell me why someone spends so much out of their time in a day to find ways to hurt me and my family.  Should I be flattered that the majority of their day they are thinking of me?  Not sure what to think...but here it goes...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Other Woman-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel sorry for all the loved ones in your life, for your children and most of all your mother and father.  The fact that you devote so much time and energy on me and my family is disgusting.  Take your kids out, spend quality time with them, we all know they need it.  So get a life, one that has nothing to do with us, and MOVE ON.  Please, because this is getting overboard, the e-mails, the comments, the fairy tale stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Understand you are someone my husband enjoyed....like a dessert....but he can't live off dessert alone can he.....nope.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116809683112883420-4752626112564467058?l=letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4752626112564467058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116809683112883420&amp;postID=4752626112564467058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/4752626112564467058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/4752626112564467058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/2008/10/sadvery-sad.html' title='Sad....Very sad'/><author><name>Letters To The Other Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585413177485691094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116809683112883420.post-7052096857986676865</id><published>2008-10-11T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T21:34:16.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your Problem??</title><content type='html'>Dear the other woman,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is your problem....really thing long and hard, what did I ever do to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leave me alone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop e-mailing me, stop leaving me messages on my work website, grow up. stop living in a dream home thinking he wants to be with you.  We may have our problems, but we complete each other, we are best friends, you were a piece of ass.  A piece used and worn a few to many times, but that just means you are good at it, well, that's nice and yes I do get jealous of our physical attributes, but other then that you have nothing of value.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So leave me alone....when will you get there are children involved, don't you see how much you are hurting everyone!  What a selfish mother and person you are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116809683112883420-7052096857986676865?l=letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7052096857986676865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116809683112883420&amp;postID=7052096857986676865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/7052096857986676865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/7052096857986676865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-is-your-problem.html' title='What is your Problem??'/><author><name>Letters To The Other Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585413177485691094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116809683112883420.post-2531037654031629597</id><published>2008-10-03T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T20:40:13.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin on</title><content type='html'>Dear Other Woman,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are moving on, we have moved away from everything, everyone we know and love, just to be away from you.  How does that make you feel, to know your child is far from their father because of you.  Because you can't behave, you can't be sane, how does that make you feel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray for you, I pray for you.  I want to forgive you, I pray for the forgiveness to take my heart......it's so hard when you are so mean.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So please leave us be and one day we your child together will be able to see their father loves them and they will understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish you the best on this quest of yours for who knows what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116809683112883420-2531037654031629597?l=letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2531037654031629597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116809683112883420&amp;postID=2531037654031629597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/2531037654031629597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/2531037654031629597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/2008/10/movin-on.html' title='Movin on'/><author><name>Letters To The Other Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585413177485691094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116809683112883420.post-4641156242132683729</id><published>2008-08-05T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T05:28:56.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pathetic</title><content type='html'>Dear Other Woman,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel sorry for you.  All your cheap tricks you keep trying.  You will never just let go will you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves me and that kills you doesn't it?  The fact that you are prettier and have an great body and I don't, yet he still stays with me........it must eat you up inside.  Maybe you should realize there is more to offer other then a set of fake tits!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope and pray that this move happens, because both of us can not wait to get FAR AWAY from you and your games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are a sad individual........I will pray for you as best I can, I don't want to, but I have to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember this.......that one person (other then me) that you hate.......a certain red head......well you're just like her!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116809683112883420-4641156242132683729?l=letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4641156242132683729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116809683112883420&amp;postID=4641156242132683729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/4641156242132683729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/4641156242132683729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/2008/08/pathetic.html' title='Pathetic'/><author><name>Letters To The Other Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585413177485691094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116809683112883420.post-2558667721837340788</id><published>2008-07-27T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:21:03.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice try</title><content type='html'>Dear Other Woman-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I pity you, you just won't let go.  It's been 2 years now, and you still play games.  You still use your child to get him to come around.  You won't stop stalking me online, posting comments on my work website...nice...really grown up.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well enjoy this bit of info...we are moving.  Many states away.....and all because of you.  Not just because you make life a bit harder.......really I can ignore you.....but because you are an embarrassment.  I don't want my child around this, the sad thing is the child you two have together has no option but to be around a mother who really needs to grow up.  Oh how I wish we could keep that sweet child 100% of the time.  They need to see what two stable parents are like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are sick, the way you stalk my husband......the way you just can't let go........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't worry again I'll say a prayer for you, but at this moment I am tired, ashamed, ashamed that out of all the woman my husband has an affair with.....he used you......someone who goes so low......do you have any dignity???  I feel sorry for the parents you live with.......I'm sure they see all of this first hand......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116809683112883420-2558667721837340788?l=letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2558667721837340788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116809683112883420&amp;postID=2558667721837340788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/2558667721837340788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/2558667721837340788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/2008/07/nice-try.html' title='Nice try'/><author><name>Letters To The Other Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585413177485691094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116809683112883420.post-4820335917525947109</id><published>2008-07-06T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T20:36:59.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear other woman-</title><content type='html'>So I canceled my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MySpace&lt;/span&gt;, I want you to leave me alone.  I want you to grow up and act your age.  I want you to remember that you have been blessed with 3 beautiful children, all three who do not have their fathers in the life 24/7.  I want you to understand that sure it is tough playing both mother and father, but you have your priorities backwards.  Let us live our life, leave me be, and grow up.  Start setting an example for your kids, cause sending me childish comments is the exact opposite.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to be you, I like who I am, I like my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes I will say another prayer for you tonight, cause you can't hurt me, you almost did, it stung a little, but I have more in life then you.  I have GOD and I know that right now your bitterness and anger is only because you are an empty soul, with nothing, nothing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fulfilling&lt;/span&gt;.  So I pray you find find GOD, and can learn to love yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116809683112883420-4820335917525947109?l=letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116809683112883420.post-3425726003856936485</id><published>2008-07-06T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T20:29:12.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th</title><content type='html'>OK so what a whirlwind weekend.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever sat back and looked at things and wondered how's they get there?  That was my weekend.  What &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; supposed to be a fun family filled weekend turned into something like that ride "The Zipper".  You know the one at carnivals,   Your in a cage and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;strapped&lt;/span&gt; n and the ride goes up and the cage starts spinning, while the car drops, goes up, and drops again......all the while you feel the need to puke.  Well that was my weekend.  It started off strong, then she came into the picture.  Her new thing is trashing me on her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt;.  Well who knows if it's a new thing or not.  She sent me a nasty message....you see awhile ago she created a fake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; on my husband to trash him, I reported her, and they shut down that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; and then shut down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt; that is linked to the e-mail that created the bad page, so she got deleted.  Well she re-built hers which I had no clue till these past few weeks I found out she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; stalking me.  Calling him and bitching about stupid things, and you know me knowing this I could have starting being a bitch back and leaving her messages but I didn't.  I could have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-faced her name with the truth, but I didn't.  What she didn't know is I also had a thing that tells you who's looking at your pages, and I knew she was....often.  So I typed in her name to search her and there she was, with a new page.  She keeps her page private, I never did......I had nothing to hide, but I guess she does.  So on her cover page she left me a not so nice message.  It was upsetting, and I confronted my husband who was upset but tried to reassure me everything is fine with us and she's just being her.  I told him I was done, this is stuff others can see, and I've done nothing to her.  So I told him I wanted him to talk to her and to get her to leave me a lone.  Really, she just needs to grow up.  I mean she has a teenage who I'm sure has a page and I'm sure he understands all this and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; kind of example is she setting.  You know I don't like to talk poorly about mothers...but come on......he's getting a pretty bad picture of what adults are like.  I mean she should be showing him she's a strong &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt; woman like I know she can be, but instead she is behaving like a jealous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;junior&lt;/span&gt; high &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;schooler&lt;/span&gt; who has nothing better to do but pick on another girl.....really come on....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So day 2 he confronts her, a little upsetting because I wanted to be around when he did, but nothing I can do about it.  So he's pissed that I wasn't happy he didn't do it the way I wanted.  And a few hours later I check her page because he said she was going to take it off.  Well it's off, but a new comment is there mocking me that I changed my hair color to look like her.........ummmmm....ok.  Nice try.  Let me explain, I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; in the summer, and I go red in the fall.  I've done this for a awhile now, in fact since before her.  Sometimes I may stay a little longer one color because it's expensive, but that's besides the point, she has dark brown hair with some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; highlights.....how is that the same?  Again you see my point, she has nothing better to do.  But she got what she wanted, it upset me, I want her to leave me alone.  I mean if only her parents could see the way she behaves, I'd be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;.   So again I went to my husband, he flipped.  But not the way I wanted, in fact he was mad at both of us.  Yelling, swearing unlike I have ever seen.  Telling me her and I need to be a couple......I was crushed.  It's not easy to ignore the fact someone has nothing better to do then to mock, make fun off, degrade, and still to this day try and steal your husband.  I know this sounds high school....but what did I do, what did I do ???   He feels bad now, but I'm still hurt by the whole thing.  And she gets what she wants, in her own way.  It's like she plays these games, because she can't have him she feels this need to hurt me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116809683112883420-3425726003856936485?l=letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3425726003856936485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116809683112883420&amp;postID=3425726003856936485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/3425726003856936485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116809683112883420/posts/default/3425726003856936485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4th.html' title='Happy 4th'/><author><name>Letters To The Other Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585413177485691094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116809683112883420.post-2893128248707152664</id><published>2008-07-01T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:37:55.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Other Woman-</title><content type='html'>I am tired, so you've been stalking my MySpace, and your pissed I have pictures or your kid on my page.  Well guess what........that kid is my step kid!!  And I love and adore them, and that kid is also my husbands kid.  And the fact that you have to go all crazy and harass my husband while he is working is a little overboard.  You know what I think.....I think you are more pissed because on my page I always put updates as to what's going on in my life....I mean it is called MYSPACE.  So I think your pissed because lately you've been seeing comments about romantic evenings, me feeling loved, and most recently, me trilled about our recent little family vacation.  Is this all salt on a wound that should have healed a long time ago????  I think so.  So please, let it go.  Those pictures I have are amazing of your kid, in fact do you want a copy?  Let me know and I'll send you some.  So please let it go, because of your antics I put my page on Private, so m husband could avoid the further agony of your harsh words.  Please let it go.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116809683112883420-2893128248707152664?l=letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstotheotherwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2893128248707152664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116809683112883420&amp;postID=2893128248707152664' title='0 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