So, where do I even begin? The past few days have been nothing but an emotional blur for me. I thought my marriage was perfect. I thought that my husband would never stray from me. Why? Because I trusted him. || A quick background about me, I am true born southern woman. Respect was always drilled in my mind from the early age. One of the things I learned was: A married man is a married man. Hands off, no exceptions. It wasn’t until I left my small and beloved hometown, that this was not drilled into every females head. Obviously, Miss Melanie was not taught this. || My husband has known this….this evil, vile thing for a few years I believe. All three of us are/were in the military. From my understanding, they had a previous flirtatious relationship which ended but it has now began again. || I found the messages on accident.. I guess that is why I am so shocked by this. I was logging on to the family computer that is nestled in the corner of our bedroom, when my husbands facebook opened up. I am by no means a snooper. I didn’t have a reason to snoop, why would I? We were trying for a baby, and I felt like our marriage was finally back on the right course. || Our marriage began wonderful, but we both had baggage from previous relationships that two months after newlywed bliss, caught up. Boy did it catch up with a vengeance. I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety, and it took a toll on us. But we worked through it. As a team. Like a marriage is supposed to work. And finally after four months of continuous fighting, we were back to being happy…. Three months…. Three months of happiness that’s all I got when Melanie decide to step in. || I seen the messages. I didn’t want to read them. I just had this feeling telling me to read it. That something wasn’t right, so I did. I wasn’t prepared to find what I did. What did I find? Pictures, pictures of this girls nasty, tits. On my husbands Facebook. In my heart I was pleading with myself to let the messages from him were him saying fuck off. But they weren’t. They were explicit. He told her he wanted to fuck her. And they both played into it from there, || I was so full of rage when I confronted him. He didn’t deny it, instead he cried, he kept saying the usual”I’m sorry””I fucked up”. I by no means think he isn’t as equally if not more at fault in the situation. I just can’t get over the fact that he TOLD HER HE WAS MARRIED AND SHE CONTINUED TO SEND HER FILTH!!!!!!!! || I also confronted her, she had the nerve to say it was my fault for invading his privacy, and that”it was all fun in games”……….. No. No Melanie it was not”fun and games” because you have helped single handedly destroy my marriage, my almost, sunshine and rainbows perfect marriage. And I hate you for it, I hate you more than you will ever know possible. You have made me question myself as a woman, as a wife. You have made me have more anxiety attacks in the past two days than I have had in a year, YOU have resurfaced my depression that even medication is not keeping away. And I hope you’re happy. But, you did not win. || You did not win because, even though my home is broken, I have learned more about myself, and my spouse. My husband has agreed to counseling to try to save our marriage, so, you did not win. You are still nothing, you will be nothing, || Thank you to whoever reads this. Thank you for taking your time and seeing how evil she can be, || And Melanie….. I hope you read this, I hope your mother, father, and the rest of your friends and family see this, You, dear, have been exposed. Like I promised I would, and like the true southern woman I am….Bless your heart.