You pathetic girl texting my boyfriend, I hope your husband is doing the same to other women. You mention your little girl playing with a teddy bear he gave you as a gift. (Well guess what, he gave me the prettier one.) You write to my boyfriend to say how allegedly happy you are for him. Sure, looks aren’t everything but I’m way cuter and hotter than you are.

When I was making out and having s** with him, I told him how you most likely want his d***. And not only you; your little daughter would probably like some. That’s what I told him in the heat of the moment. As soon as I did that, I spit because I was ashamed of myself. I’m terrified that he might cheat on me – even though I’m better educated than him and I earn much more than he does. And yet I fantasize about him cheating on me with another woman, of him f****** and pounding her in front of me. I don’t know what’d wrong with me.

But I still think you’re frustrated and rude. Stay away from my BF.