You don’t know me, but I am his daughter. I am the girl who now watches her family fall apart. It’s not your responsibility to care about my family or my happiness, but you affect it. It’s not your responsibility to worry about his choices, but you’re part of them. I’m sure he was charming, as my dad is. I’m sure he said he wasn’t happy in his marriage that he was thinking of getting out any number of lines 100 men before him have said to women everywhere, and that they continue to fall for. It’s not your responsibility to say no, it’s his to be better, but I have written my letter to him, this letter is to you. To the women who participate in breaking up families, who know he’s married and don’t care or don’t let it stop you.
I am of the mindset that there is a special place in hell for women who do not respect other women enough to stay away. If you didn’t know, I’d understand, but you did.
I don’t know your life story, I can’t say if you’re just sad and lonely or if you’re confident and promiscuous. The only thing I do believe is that it’s an insult to women everywhere when we do not stand up for each other.
You don’t know me but I’m his daughter. I am the one who is left with the results of your lack of respect for another women.
I am engaged to a wonderful man and as we are mid wedding planning, my parents, married 28 years, are getting divorced. While this is not your responsibility, it is the result of your choices.
I know he’s not the only man to ever have an affair, and I know you’re not his only affair. Yet, I can’t help but feel the need to speak directly to you, as a women myself, as someone about to be married myself, as the child who’s family is crumbling now, because I need to know why wasn’t it enough that he was married? And don’t tell me things just happen that’s bullshit that’s for children who break glasses or spill milk. You are an adult. Your own marriage ended recently I’ve been told. So, if this ever reaches you, you don’t make the same mistake again.
