Try As You May

We could have never been friends. Not now. Not ever. Not in this lifetime. As it goes with two-faced people, some continue in this lifestyle without remorse or regret. I can smell you a mile away. And it is not a pleasant smell. It is a smell of a long dead heart in a barely alive body--a bitter, rotten smell. You are the kind of person I make it a habit to avoid, with good reason. We could never be friends, because misery loves company. And I will not deign to be miserable with you. It's terrible to see that you have to squash others dreams because yours are dead and taking you absolutely no where.

Let's get a few things straight. And this is one post that I will not delete. This "child-bride" has been 18 years old for the last four years of her life. Your statement implies ignorance, but we know better than that. Excuse me if I waited for the one man for me, unlike you. God chose to bring me my soul mate sooner, because I was responsible with the life He gave me, unlike you.

Do not call my husband a liar. Again, implied ignorance. He may have lied in the past and he may have lied to you, but that is not who he is anymore. You have admitted you were both manipulative, so don't exclude yourself from the "liar" label if you're going to throw it around. You cannot claim perfection either--don't even try. Too many people know the real story.

I am waiting for him to come home because he has been at war. A war people like you don't even want to think about. A war that is very real, as real as the people who are out there dying every day. And my husband is there because he understands something about honor that you don't. He desires to protect the innocent and right wrongs where it's within his power, whereas you are like the very people he is fighting: corrupted, scheming to attack the innocent, boiling in your rage, anger, and hunger for revenge. He has seen things that would twist your insides into cute little Boy Scout square knots.

Don't you dare write him off because you're jealous he's moved on. You said yourself that you ended things, yet your first love is "irrevocable". Let me tell you something, honey: it better damn well be irrevocable. This is his wife speaking, who has stuck with him for over two years, longer than you did. The heart-rending empty nights, the complete radio silence, the uncertainty as to whether the next phone call would assure you he was alive or dead. You know nothing. The man you knew is gone. The relationship you apparently still pine over is less existent than the ashes of a cremated body spread on the wind.

If you had any kind of "repentance", you would not be saying these things about me or him. Your true nature has revealed itself and proven my original instincts were correct. You throw God's name around like that will encourage me to take mercy on you, a "fellow Christian". Your actions decry your words and leave me no sympathy for you. I cannot perform judgment on you, that is God's job. The evidence of my forgiveness for you is the fact that all I have to give you is words--not a fist to the stomach, not a phone call to your house, not a stalking of your private life.

You may never see these words. But if you do, I strongly encourage you to leave me and mine alone. Whether you do or you don't is really no skin off my nose--I have a promise from God for me to stand on. And believe me, you're no hurricane. Rather, it will give you peace. To know that we have moved on, so that means it is possible for you to move on. I know. If you keep your attention on us, you're going to stay bitter and get angrier; you'll be more infected than a terminal cancer patient. And you will hate your life, more than you do now. You don't have to prove your worth through angry words or snide cheap shots. I don't know what else to say to you. But you are no longer welcome in my life and I will not take stock in anything further you have to say.