A Final, "Fuck You" to My Best Friend's Wife.

I'm writing this email because I've had enough.

I've had enough of the complete load of bullshit that you've dumped on my relationship with your husband and I simply, can't take it any longer.

I wish you would have actually taken the time to talk to me.
Whether it was in the form of a letter, an email, a phone conversation or a simple, "fuck you" on msn, it would have been better than what you've left me with.
I'm insanely frustrated that it had to come to this, but unfortunately, I see no possible way of this ever working out and if I'm going to loose my friendship with your husband, I might as well say my peace.

Ann, I absolutely in the purest form of the word, HATE you.

From what I know of you, I think you're a lazy and ungrateful woman with no amount of intellect or emotional smarts in your empty fucking head.
I WANTED to be your friend in the beginning. I wanted to make sure that you knew that I had no intentions of doing anything with your husband because HE'S YOUR HUSBAND.
I paid for your movie tickets, offered to dye your hair and kept my mouth shut while you constantly battered my character through your asinine and completely unjustified lack of faith in your spouse.
As time passed, I grew overly concerned for your husband who was living his life to keep you happy. He was completely selfless, completely in love, completely honest and he sincerely didn't mind that his wife kept him from having friends because he just wanted to make sure she was ok.

You are such an ungrateful cow.

If every man was as committed to their wives as Josh is to you, there would be no broken marriages.

As my relationship with Josh grew, the impressions that I learned that you had of me, completely broke me.
I've never had the pleasure of being picked on because of my gender and for the first time in my life, I learned what it was like to be discriminated against based on something that was completely out of my hands.
At first you wouldn't let Josh and I hangout at all. Our time together had to be supervised based on your asinine fear of an affair. Eventually, after much frustration and my admitted disliking of you, the only option we had was to lie.

All we wanted to do was go to Taco fucking Bell and eat some disgusting, greasy food and you couldn't muster up the grace to find enough faith in your husband to let us, so we just lied.

It never got easier to like you.

You acted like a complete baby when I came to your house to spend time with your husband. You bitched and moaned because he wasn't paying you attention and like a spoiled brat, ruined our few hours together with your pouting, moping silences and overwhelming accounts of your miserable life.

It was around then that I admitted to Josh that I considered having sex with him, only to piss you off.
I sincerely hope it hurts you to know that your husband wants to have sex with other women. I sincerely hope it hurts you to know that he wanted to have it with me and if you choose to believe that the reason why your marriage will fail is because I've secretly had it out for you since the beginning, AWESOME. 'Cause I frankly, don't give a fuck no more.

I am so tired of these preconceived notions of my character that you've derived from a private email that existed between me and your husband and your general and poor understanding of women. I'm so tired of being painted as a whore that wants to steal your family away from you and I'm so tired of constantly being berated for things I am not, and for things that I have not done, for the sake of your husband.

I'm sorry that I could not be stronger for his sake, but there is only so much battering someone can take before they raise a giant, proverbial middle finger to their attacker.

I hope you're happy that you've driven away your husband's only friend.
I hope you're happy knowing fully well that he's absolutely miserable because of it.
I hope you're happy now that you've gotten what you've wanted all along.
I hope you're happy knowing that you've robbed me of a friend.
I hope you're happy with this stupid situation that you've created and I seriously hope you understand that you, and you alone are fucking up your marriage so badly that it will be a miracle if Josh chooses to stay with you past his thirties.

And to be completely honest with you Ann, I hope it does fail, 'cause your twenty-five year-old husband deserves better than a shitty job at Wal*Mart, with an ungrateful wife and a stack of bills he solely has to pay 'cause his wife won't get a full time job.

Josh deserves better than that.
I wish I knew how to express to him how sorry I am that our friendship had to end, No. Actually, I wish I never had to express it at all. I'm sorry for writing this email, but I only want forgiveness from him.

He gave up everything for you.
His family, his home, his security blankets and his childhood and all I wanted was to be a soft place for him to fall when he was scared and confused about what steps to take next.

I'm done with you and I'm done with your husband.
I wish I had the patience and the grace to allow you to walk all over me further, but I can't allow it any longer. I'm tired of this situation, tired of bending over backwards to keep you from acting like an overbearing psycho and tired of having to tip toe around your insanity so Josh can keep a friend.

Fuck you Ann.