I have so many questions. I can almost smell the anger boiling within. It’s been over two months now and I’m still reeling from your venomous bite on our once good friendship. To have a person so dear broadcast malice about my persona and shake the bane of my existence, is something I’m trying to come into terms with.
I still remember how you crushed through my door two years ago with blood stains and fresh cuts on your face. Though the fights with that man you were playing wifely duties for were more regular than our water sequence, I knew that day’s beating would arouse your sane side.
You bear me witness when I say I took care of you like you were my blood. In your fragile and sorry state, I saw you through to your stabilization. Remember the interview that saw you bank your current job? I made a few calls because I understand a woman’s sense of worth lies in financial independence. You can therefore imagine the open wound you left me with your backstabbing.
You see, all my life I have always known Jesus Christ believers to be pure in heart and soul. I thought you possess that purity seeing the way you throw around the phrase ‘God is my Lord and Savior’ and wear holy spirit cuffs like your life depends on it. It’s amazing how you present yourself as Jesus’ deputy when in hindsight you know you’re heavily pregnant with bundles of evil. Do born again women wreck another’s home?
That I’m unable to bear children does not clip my value as a woman. The equation of creating life is a complicated one for mortals like me. If I had the power to get pregnant then we couldn’t be here. You whose womb is blessed to carry life, took advantage of this fact and slowly turned around to be the other woman in my husband’s life. I don’t blame you. Not at all. I understand that in life sometimes you have to grab opportunities that are not handed to you on a silver plate.
Nonetheless, I don’t harbor bad blood towards you. Life has taught me the art to gracefully walk away from heartbreaking situations as this. I heard you told my kin that I’m up to malice, praying vehemently for your downfall. Ooh poor Mary, what a wrong context you have. We can’t all have a dark personality. As a matter of fact, I wish you nothing but prosperity. I pray that you grow old enough to reap what you have sown.
As I cover the scars that you left me, I want you to know that I will forgive you but never will I forget. When I talk to God tonight, I will ask him why people like you exist. Truly good women go to heaven, while the wicked ones go everywhere!