Woman Writes a Thank You Letter to the Girl Who Destroyed Her Family - Story of the Day
A woman receives a letter from the wife of her boss, whom she'd been seeing for the last month or so—but she did not expect what was written on the letter.
Karen came back home after a long day at work—or at least that’s what she told her boyfriend. In reality, she was spending time with her boss in a hotel on the outskirts of the city.
It was a lovely evening—they had champagne and wine, everything through room service, of course. It was a very exciting and romantic time together.
She looked out from her one-room studio located by the train tracks … it all felt like a dream. If only she could do that again soon. No, if only she could do that forever, she thought to herself. However, someone started pounding on the door.
She put on her bathrobe and approached the door. It was now eerily silent. She looked through the peephole—nope, there was no one at the door. She couldn’t even see anyone by the corridor.
She opened the door to see what actually happened. Instead, she found a letter on the floor. Strange. Who writes letters anymore these days? She thought to herself. But to her surprise, it was addressed to her.
She picked up the letter and quickly retreated back to her studio. She locked the door immediately—did she have a stalker? Maybe she should call the police? But no, maybe it’s better to see what it’s all about first. The letter might contain answers to her question—some of them, at least.
She opened the letter and began reading it.
“Dear Ms. McKinley,
Thank you for leaving pink lipstick marks on my husband’s white shirt. What lipstick did you use? Maybelline? Tom Ford? I personally prefer Tom Ford …”
Pink lipstick? That’s strange, Karen thought to herself. She never uses pink lipsticks. Always dark red. Occasionally purple when she’s out clubbing, but never pink.
Confused, she returned to the letter to look for her answer.
"… but I think dark red suits you better. By now you might have guessed who I am—unless you’ve been sleeping with different people at the same time. Well, that happens, I don’t blame you. I certainly did that when I was younger.
In case you’re still wondering—I am Lisa Cohen. AKA your boss’s wife, but not for long, I can assure you that. When I discovered the pink lipstick marks two months ago I decided to hire a private detective—boy, did he deliver. No, not in that way …”
Two months ago? This is now getting more intriguing. She only started seeing her boss a month ago … okay, maybe a month and a half ago. But not two months for sure. Now she’s more intrigued. She continued to read:
… so in case you’re wondering how I found out—there’s your answer.
It might come as a surprise to you—but if you want to have him. Go on. It’ll actually save me a lot of trouble. Every morning when I wake up I always wonder how come I am still married to this sore bastard. But now’s time for a change—with my divorce settlement I will probably just move to Paris or Lyon, but they said people are nicer in Lyon …
Well, she certainly couldn’t argue with the last point.
But before you take this sore bastard, here’s something I think you should know. It’s still a pity that you never met him when he was your age—he was a much better-looking man back then. But we all grow old, don’t we?
Let’s get to the point, shall we?
If you’re here for the money, don’t even bother—he’s actually not even that rich. And considering he has to pay for the divorce settlement and potentially child support, I really don’t think that’s worth it, darling.
You’ll have to buy him new clothes—I may or may not have donated all his clothes to the Salvation Army. My father always told me to help the people in need, and well, I thought it was a splendid idea to donate his clothes to those in need. He probably won’t fit in them in two years anyway …
Karen then thought about her boss—it is true that he has grown quite a belly over the last year or two.
You better know how to run a business—I probably don’t need to tell you that, but he doesn’t know anything about running a business. The main reason the business is still afloat somehow is that I am always there to tell him not to do something stupid. But trust me, darling, it is a handy skill to have in life.
He’s also a manchild—look, I’ve been married to this man for more than 10 years by now, so I know a thing or two about him. He’s like a chihuahua … but worse. He doesn’t know how to take care of himself except shouting at nothing whenever there’s a problem. But you’ll get used to it after a year or two.
Oh, and while we are at it—you better get used to his blame game. Responsibility is not in his vocabulary—if something goes wrong, it’s always someone else’s fault. Maybe it’s his business partner, maybe it’s his wife, maybe his own father … never himself.
Last word of advice, darling—if he can do this to me, he can definitely do this to you. It isn’t the first time, I can tell you that, and it probably won’t be the last. If you still want to marry him, you better think twice. If you’re not planning on marrying him … darling, I don’t even know why you’re still seeing him. Find someone younger who actually knows how to please a woman.
Karen put down the letter and looked at the train outside. She could feel the floor shaking whenever a train passed by.
Perhaps moving to Lyon by herself wouldn’t be a bad idea.
What can we learn from this story?
Don't cheat on your partner—it's not cool. Not sure why we have to tell you that, but in case you're thinking about that … no, don't cheat on your partner.
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