I didn't fuck your boyfriend. But I could have. Instead, I was your loyal friend. Even though I knew (from his own mouth) that your boyfriend only loved you like a sister and only stayed with you out of security (he didn't want to dump you in a new town). Before he met me, he hadn't met the woman he wanted to be with. You're not his type. You are too fat, too unadventurous, and there is no spark there for him. He told me this, but I put your friendship above my feeling that he is my soulmate, that we are each one half of the same person, and kept my mouth shut. When your stupid, nasty, skeezing friend (who would have fucked him in a heartbeat had he shown the slightest interest) told you that I had told her I was in love with him and I was trying to fuck him, you of course believed that bitch and flushed our friendship. Then you exploited the fact that he wasn't going to dump you on your ass, and that he would still fuck you (which you thought meant he loved you--but it was really just pity-fucking), and kept skipping your birth control. You may think that just because you got knocked up and got him to move 80 miles away from me you are going to keep him. Yes, he's loyal and not going to dump you while you're carrying his child, he'll help you through all that shit and force me to the back of his mind (for now). But you've only succeeded in delaying fate. The next time you see me, I'll be dripping cum all over your sheets while he pounds the shit out of me, and I won't need to get pregnant to keep him.

--Anonymous