Stop trying to make this about you. You knew what you were doing all along.

Befriending me, and him, manipulating your way into our lives. Crossing all lines.

And now after making your bed, you don’t want to lay in it. Acting as if the wife was wrong in this, when you were the other girl, a kid with a plan to steal my life, you wanted to be me, have what I have, at all means.

Your words exactly, actually. I couldn’t see it then, because I thought I was helping you with all the drama going on in your life, so you claimed. I missed all the signs, thanks for making me see clearer now.

People like you, homewreckers, can’t have their cake and eat it too. There are consequences. You have to face them, without putting blame on the innocent. Without self pity. Without twisting the story to save your face. Without looking for sympathy.

You knew what you were getting into from the beginning. Karma will catch up to you, One day or another, when you least expect it. You made the bed, now go lay in it.