Dear Blaine, 

I can only hope that your psychotic brain will have you look something like this site up and upon seeing your name, you become curious and read what I have to say. You ruined me. You got into my head and you broke an already broken person even more. You were my best friend, the only person aside from HIM that I had 5000 miles away from my familiarity. Or were you even my friend? Was this a plot to get me out of the way the whole time I was there?

I done NOTHING wrong. I picked up the pieces that YOU left behind in the rubble of your destruction. Wanna know what he was like when I found him after YOU? He was sleeping on a mattress on the floor behind a sofa that never got sat on. He couldn’t even face sorting out the house afraid he’d find some evidence of you being there and gone. He cried and I cried with him because seeing him in pain tore me apart. But we got through it, slowly. We rebuilt everything from the ground up and he was happy.. until you decided one day you were going to come back.

You knew he was married but that didn’t stop you. You knew he had worked too hard to get to where he finally was but you were so curious to see if you could take it all away from him again, like you did before. And you did. You gained his trust again to the point he stopped trusting me. You gained MY trust to the point I stopped trusting him. Because who knew him better than you, right? You were together for 15 years on and off while I only knew him for 3 consistently..

So obviously I started to turn to you when you’d start pointing out his flaws that I never picked up on. You told me I could count on you, that all you wanted was for he and I to be happy together. You even said you’d stay away if that’s what we wanted. I did, eventually. But you made him happy being around again, that’s all I ever wanted for him and for awhile I thought it was just me reading TOO much into things. But I wasn’t, was I? I over heard your phone calls together while I was “asleep”. I overheard him telling Johnny about what he was doing behind my back. I found the evidence around the house that you clearly left for me to find when YOU weren’t supposed to be there in the first place. I seen the pictures. I even seen you video call one another when he and I were watching movies. He and David trying to “cough” over you giggling at the funny parts of the film so I couldn’t hear?

Yeah.. it didn’t work. Oh! And “don’t ya just love it when a man says….. in the bedroom?” I found the hidden cameras too. You had me turn on my location on my phone so you could see when I was close to work? Pfffft. I seen the motel keys going into your bag and I pulled your glitter from his beard when he picked me up from work. I knew everything was going on and I still stayed because I had hoped one of you would at least come clean, but instead you both had me believe I was going crazy?

I hate you. There’s a special place in hell for people like you but somehow I think your broken brain would like that. Why am I writing this? Because I want you to know that because of your actions, I will never trust him with his daughter. Oh what’s that? I gave him the one thing you couldn’t because you can’t have babies, right? You told him it was because of the big C but told me you actually got your tubes tied.. damn. Y’all are a special kind of crazy. You think that’s a good thing too which makes you a different sorta special girl!

I actually should be thanking you.. you saved me from living a life that would lead me nowhere. You both scrape by counting pennies to get your next fix while I’m living happily with my baby girl knowing I’m raising her right. Oh and she looks just like him btw. My baby girl saved my life, I have something good come from something seriously messed up and I’m grateful for her every single day. What do you have? A boyfriend who’s so fixated on being like your ex that he has an identity crises, an ex who’s so focused on never growing up that he’s stuck in a Peter Pan limbo, a dog who you can’t even do right by and almost lost him because you were dumb enough to keep him in a tiny apartment, a job that really will take you nowhere, a car that you couldn’t even pay for on your own, a life that really is NOTHING to be proud of.

You are a disgusting disgrace and honestly, you genuinely look like your riddled with disease. You’re getting old now gal, the glitter makeup just adds to the wrinkles and yeah, you may be skinny but that’s from what you shove up your nose everyday. You still flat as a pancake and you really don’t have an arse. Your tattoos are fading just like your future. And he’s the absolute same. Wanna be Walmart brand Johnny Depp. Peace! 

The one who got away x