A Letter to My Replacement

Dear M,

I don’t know you. I don’t know anything about you. But I do know my ex. 

I know right now you’re probably the happiest you’ve been in ages. You’re feeling special, loved, and like you’ve finally found what you’ve been looking for your whole life. I know this because I felt it too. 

I have a feeling I know how this will turn out for you. But in the spirit of hoping that people can change, this is what I hope for you:

I hope they offer you a safe, consistent place to land.

I hope that you don’t lose your friends, hobbies, and the very things that make you YOU. I hope that you don’t regret whatever is happening to your marriage in order to be with them. 

I hope that you are spared the pain and confusion of being cared for one minute and discarded the next (over and over again). 

I hope when you cry, that they are able to hold you and comfort you instead of walk away from you or put a pillow over your face to keep you quiet. 

I really truly hope that you will be ok. 

Sincerely, 

The woman who was in your shoes 2.5 years ago.