Dear Homewrecker,

I get it. I've been there. I have been in the position where I wanted someone so bad that labels and boundaries were out of sight for me. I know at one point you may have not realized that you were doing it, so I couldn't blame you. By now I have sent you numerous texts regarding the issue and you should be well aware. Stop. Just stop. I've been hurt before, just like you. I've cried listening to sad songs while thinking about guys just as you have. Yet you still impair me when I am nothing but a mirror image of you.

I spent months denying your existence in my relationship and refusing to acknowledge you. I later found out that just because I didn't recognize you, that didn't mean he didn't. Now I could no longer ignore your name when it popped up in conversation. You were everywhere and, for a while, I found myself perpetuating it. I was stalking you daily on social media, always looking over my shoulder, talking about you constantly. You, and the emotions you brought out in me, possessed me like an evil spirit. You made me cynical and negative. My obsession with you caused me to become a person I never thought I would be, and someone I never want to be again.

I was, and sometimes still am, physically ill when I think of how heartless you are. I can't count the times I wept over how blind I was to you for some time. I was pulling my teeth deciding if I should try and take you down or be trustworthy of my boyfriend. I bet you can guess which side won more often. Each day was like a horror film as I watched you prance about your world while you tried to take away mine. Every second of my life was consumed by hate for you. And I loathed every second of it.

At that time, I was blessed to have such a remarkable man in my life; someone who I cherished every aspect of. He was so unique and extraordinary, and you never deserved to know that. I understand now that you didn't get to know that, but you caught only a glimpse and even that was enough to hurt me. You forever have something to hold above my head (which you clearly have no problem doing) and to hold to your heart. I hope you're happy with that. If I'm being honest, you probably are.

I used to believe that you had quit your childhood games, but I see now that you never will. I have. I am no longer fixated on you and all that you do. I realized that all you wanted was for me to be disturbed by you. You thrived off of the moments when you saw me flinch. All this time I thought that in order to “beat" you I had to keep my boyfriend, when all I needed to do was stop caring. Once I stopped, the monster in my closet disappeared. I am free from you and I have never felt better. Sure, there are still days that you try and inflict pain on me, and for a minute I almost let you. I still cringe a little when I hear your name. However, I know those things are all going to fade and you will still be here hiding behind someone else's relationship. I wish you great luck with that.

Sincerely,

Me (who is forgetting you)