I Know I'm Not The Only One.

He cheats on her. She doesn't stay put.

Dear Mark,
Are you really all that naïve? Or no, do you really believe I'm all that naïve?
It has been six years into our marriage, and already you are showing your true colours while you expect me to sit tight and be demure and obedient.
How stupid are you, Mark?
T-shirt inside out? Those love notes I find every once in a while inside your pockets? And those texts? Now I get why you hide your phone so much.
God, those pictures. That b***h really has it all, doesn't she? Does she make you happier than I do, Mark? Does she not protest? Does she sit demurely, quietly and obediently while you do your job? Is that why you chose her over me?
Do you think I'm a f*****g puppet? You'll just pull the strings and I'll do whatever you want me to? You'll come home drunk and beat me up and I won't protest? You'll go shag some stupid w***e while I sit quietly in the background, waiting for you to bark your next order?
Do you love her?
Is that why?
Or is it just that body? That young luscious body you feast on, while ordering me to stay inside the house and not go out?
Does she love you? Is that why she puts up with your s**t the same way I do? Do you buy her presents? Give her money to get her to shut the hell up?
I feel sick having wasted so much of myself on you.
It was a mistake, right from the beginning.
I loved you, you low cunting liar.
I gave myself up for you. My career, my life. Just because you told me to.
God, how stupid I was.
You don't deserve love, or friends, or a even a f*****g family, you loser. You dumb s****y a*****e.
You'll see, in every phase of your life, you'll lose your friends, your so-called girlfriends; that b***h you f**k behind ny back and expect me not to notice.
You will lose. And I will win.
You deserve to rot alone, where no one will bat an eye at you. That's what you deserve, you low, lying m**********r.
I hate you. And trust me, I'm not the only one.
And at some point in your life, you'll be so trapped with hatred from people all around, that you'll want to die. You know why? Cause that's what you deserve.
You bloody b*****d.
I don't even care about your existence anymore. And you know what? Soon, there will be no one left who will.
I am leaving you, Mark.
I want to see how you'll sustain without me.
And while you'll crash and burn and rot in your own personal hell, I'll be watching. And I'll be laughing so, so hard.
Love, and hate.
Yours never,
Natalie.

Oh yes. I forgot to mention. I burnt your clothes, all your papers. Your laptop, or should I say what's left of it, is currently in the sewer. And I copied some of your beloved's pictures, and some of your texts. Might have circulated them around a bit. At your office, your family. I'm sure you can deal with that, honey.
And I also took some cash. I'm sure that won't be a problem at all.
PPS. You really think I wouldn't know what you've done?
My darling Mark. I know I'm not the only one. :)
Have a nice life. Or don't.
Nats. :)

Author's Note

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