I have finally come to terms with myself. My awesomeness. I am smart, funny, clever, classy and usually mellow. I don’t play games. I try not to hurt people. I’m considerate and compassionate.
So why can’t I keep a man? I have figured out why - OTHER women!
Listen up, bitches. Just STOP it!
You, the OTHER woman who trumped my 3-year relationship by waltzing in, acting slutty and finding it OK to fuck another girl’s man. Yes, he is a flaming idiot and is just as at fault for those particular transgressions. But once I put my foot down you came barreling back with cries of “I’m pregnant” (lie) and “we both have herpes now ha!” (lie). You suckered him into marrying you by playing the helpless and needy card. You fought harder and lied more and played more games - you won. good riddence.
You, the OTHER woman who led my man on by being cute and needy. Needy because you just broke up with his best friend and came crying to him, playing on his good nature and total sweetness. Making him think he had a chance with you. He didn’t, did he? He had a chance with ME but he let it all go to sit by his phone and wait for you to need him. Did you ever really need him? You just wanted to be friends, right? Are you friends with him now? No. bitch.
You, the OTHER woman who made a completely rational man think that ALL women were like you - petty, pushy, materialistic and whiny. I tried for 2 years to convince him otherwise by stroking his ego, staying on the d-low, never being pushy, never asking for anything. Perhaps I was too good to be true. Apparently so, because he ended up decding that HE was as petty, pushy, materialistic and whiny as YOU. Wasted my time. Thanks for ruining him.
You, the OTHER womEn…the ones who made him think girls were naggy and demanding. That they would all break your heart. You, the one who liked to show up on occasion to flirt and make him think he could have you back. You, the one who toyed with him and broke his spirit. Could he have a girl who was cool, fun and let him do his own thing? He’ll never know.
You, the OTHER woman…the OLDER woman. YOU ARE 37 YEARS OLD! Thirty seven!! How old is he??? TWENTY THREE. Goddammit motherfucking FOURTEEN YEAR DIFFERENCE THERE! I realize he is “mature” for his age. Lord knows I know that - why else would I be hopelessly in love with him? At least he and I are in the same fucking age bracket. How pathetic are you that you need to prey on smart little boys in your office? How many divorces have led you to realize that you just “wanna have fun” and “can’t stand men my own age”? Maybe it’s not them, it’s YOU!
When he realizes what a skank you are, and that you are just using him for sex, and he finally realizes I am the one he should be with - if you DARE come busting in with some sort of “I AM PREGNANT” bullshit I swear to God I will go apeshit and curse a pox on you and your family (since I cannot wish or threaten death here).
YOU OTHER WOMEN JUST FUCKING GIVE IT UP!!! Give up your games, stop making guys into blathering idiots who are afraid of committment, afraid of girls with a backbone, afraid that all girls might be playing games, afraid to be taken AGAIN…
I know I am not as pretty as you or as petitte as you, or rich as you or as “headstrong” (bitchy) as you, mean as you or unreliable as you…but goddammit I KNOW I am SMARTER than you, CLASSIER than you, FUNNIER than you, NICER than you and have never ever in my life deliberately hurt a man and ruined him for the rest of us.
Fuck off. all of you. whores.