Dear K,
You came into my life, the kind of broken, fragile, and fiercely devoted gal that feminist magazines hate, but are somehow irresistible to many guys.  Well, I fell for you, really hard; it made no sense, but it made a ton of sense.  You let me lead fully, and I didn’t listen and lead as well as I should have, but you dumped me out of the blue and I was shattered.  In pieces.  

I LOVED you, it was a surprise to me but I really did.  You dumped me and moved on to that loser, then some other guy you are also not married to any more.  I’m dying to know if you think you made the right decisions.  Do you ever have regrets about dumping me, or was I even worse than the guys you eventually married and then divorced?  

If you had come crawling back on your hands and knees – and you are the kind of girl who would literally do that, and be forever contrite and making up for it – I might have taken you back.  I called your dad after you called me, but he wouldn’t give me your number.  Not sure why that was.  But hey, I would have been able to tell him man to man that I’d returned his daughter in the same condition.  (He never asked).  

I’d honestly like to be happy that things worked out well for you, but apparently they did not, so I wonder if you have regrets.  At least you made it back to the Midwest, so there’s that.