To the girl who sent my Boyfriend naked pictures.
We sat outside the restaurant that night, both of us tipsy, after a couple of glasses of wine. Your head on your knees, sobbing, my heart ached for you. I held you tight and told you it would be okay, and he was a jerk for not seeing the beauty in you that I did. You deserved better than that asshole.
Little did I know that you were crying over my boyfriend.
Thinking back now I realize how vague you were with me, you didn’t mention a name, just that you were sad about a boy. That you couldn’t believe he wouldn’t pick you, over her.
I was her. How did you not feel guilty, as I wrapped my arms around you?
I comforted you to the best of my ability that night. As the night came to a close and my boyfriend, and I drove off. I vividly remember smiling at you softly. Letting you know, I would be there if you needed me. You smiled back at me.
How could you smile back at me?
When I got in the car with him to go home. In my typical drunk fashion, I got weepy, my bleeding-heart always feeling more than it should. I was crying over how sad you were, I felt awful that anyone would treat you that way. How could this guy not want you? You, so young, so beautiful, it just didn’t seem fair.
A few weeks later we had everyone over to my house; you came. We danced all night and sang pop songs into our beer bottles. I started to like you more and more. I started to trust you. Trust doesn’t come easily to me, I hope you know that.
But as the evening progressed, and I noticed your eyes gazing at him. Every time I walked away; you were suddenly near him, giggling and touching him.
I didn’t want to overreact, we were all drinking, I could just be jealous.
Later that night a text message popped up on his phone; I saw it, it was you.
Wait, why would you text him? We were all in the same room.
You wouldn’t leave that night, I clearly remember you sitting on the floor in my living room, waiting for me to go to bed. It started to seem obvious, but I didn’t want to be the jealous girlfriend. You knew I had to be up in the morning and that he was staying up. You had a plan.
That night I talked to him, explaining to him I thought you were crushing on him, he said maybe, but he wasn’t interested. He loves me. Yes, I know he placated me a little, he loved the attention, who wouldn’t? You were throwing yourself at him. He is a flirt, but I believed him.
I needed to believe him
It wasn’t until I was at home from work a few weeks later, and I opened up my computer to see an email from you in his inbox, my heart broke. My body started trembling uncontrollably, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The first few pictures were of your new haircut.
What was the caption? Don’t worry sweetie, embedded in my mind.
What do you think of my new haircut, and my new underwear? That’s it.
All the red flags that I had ignored, were suddenly stabbing me in my eyeballs.
I thank you for taking away all my trust.
Did you know that I could barely stop my hands from shaking as I opened the next few pictures? Each dirty, slutty picture, you sent. Each time, I saw more and more of your body, I almost vomited, from the pain of my broken heart. Do you know that I cried so hard, I could barely see the screen anymore?
Do you know that I saved, every slutty picture!
Why would you pick a guy with a significant-other? Why would you befriend me? Did you ever want to be my friend or was it a ploy to be closer to him? You broke my heart and almost ruined a six-year relationship. I stopped trusting him because you didn’t have the forethought to see me as a sister, another woman a part of your village.
My concern is that women, (you) are willing to break up families for a fuck. On a whim, for a guy that is already committed to another woman, committed to me.
I care that you betrayed me for attention. But mostly, I care that you have found a way to respect yourself more, and treat yourself with dignity and pick a man who is not in a relationship.
I want you to know that I thought we were friend’s, I trusted and loved you. I invited you to my home, drank wine with you. I opened my heart up to you.
You ruined it.
Please don’t break up any more families.