A woman scorned.

To You,

I accidentally clicked on Safari instead of Firefox this morning, and your facebook opened. I wasn't paying attention cos the TV was on and I was expecting a message so I opened them. It sounds like a really shit excuse doesn't it? I don't care. I'm so fucking angry at you, you can think what you like.
Yeah, ok, I have slept with other people. But, I told you about every single one, and you loved it because they were all females and that's one of the reasons we work. Because I tell you about it. You have always said you don't mind, and had you asked me to stop, I would have done. I gave up enough for you, and this is how you repay me? Thanks babe. I begged you not to go out with her, but you swore that you were just friends. Then, I see today that when you were supposed to be at home, you were in a London hotel, after a nice romantic date, going to the tate museum, seeing a show blah blah blah. Oh, and the sort of thing me and you do? Going to castles, history stuff, you invited her with the key words 'can't think of anyone else I'd like to go with'. How about your girlfriend, arsehole?
You lied to me. You lied about the one thing that really fucking meant something. Remember when we were first together and we didn't actually have sex for three months? You told me it was because you couldn't, because your 'little you' was Mr. Loyalty. That was after saying that you were afraid to because I was the girl most likely to have AIDS. Nice, real fucking nice.
We haven't had sex in ages because I got ill a while back and you were scared you were going to hurt me. Nice excuse, that, isn't it? You think I don't notice? Well, I'm so glad that I've stuck with you all these years, because now you are quite clearly fixed.
I stuck with you after you cracked my ribs. Despite everyone, my best friend telling me to leave you, I stayed with you. Do you know why me sleeping with anyone else never meant a thing to me? Because they never touched me. I wouldn't let them. You're the only one who is allowed.
After everything I've been through, and you know all of it, you were meant to be the one good thing that happened to me. You have always been there, you have been a best friend to me, you've actually managed to make me not repulsed by men anymore. You got me over the hurdle of being intimate with a peron, you were the first person I didn't put my clothes on and leave as soon as we'd finished fucking. We would fall alseep holding each other and wake up the same way. You were the first person I fell for seriously.  
I find this out a week and a half before we go on holiday. It's so tempting to tell you to go with her, and give me my fucking money back, but I worked hard to pay for that holiday, and I will go on it. You think I'm leaving you? Think again. I'm gonna stick around and be the thorn in your side you lying halfwit.
Or I could leave you and let you be with the perfect woman. The pretty one. And I could see why you would. You wouldn't have to lie if you were with her, you could have a beautiful woman who can love you openly. But you've gone about this entirely the wrong way. You can keep your glorified stripper as your bit on the side, while I just keep hanging on, because you are not gonna have this your way, you will not do this to me.
This will be finished in my way, on my terms, at my discretion.
And you will sorely regret lying to me.