Hey, You!

When I first learned that you planted your skanky lips on my husband after the office Christmas party, all I wanted to do was kick your ass. Then I felt sorry for you. You're pathetic, so unhappy in your personal life and marriage that you wanted to mess with mine. At first, I wondered what signs my husband gave you to make you think our relationship could not withstand your unscrupulous need for attention. Now, I'm grateful to you, even though you're a whore. I'm still not sure if my marriage will survive, but you've saved my life. I'll never end up like you, nothing but a drunken slut of an office manager who wants everyone to be as fucked-up as her. So thanks for the revelation, and here's hoping someone does the same for you and your marriage.

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