A letter to the woman whose husband I stole... without thinking.

[chocolatemuppet]

Saw this link from The Guardian. made interesting (and sad!) reading. Emotive stuff for a lot of reasons.

www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2016/feb/27/a-letter-to-the-woman-whose-husband-i-stole-without-thinking?CMP=fb_gu

Hiddenhome HA HA

Yuck.
And dishonest. This silly bitch IS stealth boasting and her crocodile tears are worthless. Rather like the man she "stole"

The ashtray was behind the bucket.

I moved the bucket and hidden behind it was an ashtray

Also, if you are smoking outside would you use an ashtray? I'd just flick the ash, then grind out the cigarette and bin it - no ashtray required

I hate open letters with a passion. They're so me,me,me. Even if they're about a serious topic, they're always as much about drawing attention to the author as they are about the subject.

The wife probably didn't smoke. The prize of a man probably does and lies about that the same as he lied about everything else. God, they deserve each other.

"God, they deserve each other."

If either of them exist!

Grubby Account.
Almost reads like some deluded fantasy, very immature either way.

I can't read this Guardian drivel

Independant journalism so made up to get money for it by the way it reads. Makes you want to chunder!

Self indulgent bollocks.

I've written an "open letter" before, but never sent it. I think the whole point is that they're therapeutic, rather than a way of making £25 by publishing them in a national newspaper.

Oh yes sorry I misread that.
ovaries I think tbe point of an open letter is it's published. I'm guessing uou didn't publish yours :)

diddl yy you're right. It's highly unlikely they exist which on the one hand is good but otoh means that our click-throughs make it more likely that the writer will be recommissioned and we'll have more of this drivel to read in a few weeks time. but obviously they'll be the wronged wife or the cheating husband

Self indulgent rubbish and patronisingly insulting to the person its addressed to IMO.

It's a pile of shit but it's the Guardian so no surprise.

Self indulgent nonsense. The work of a narcissist. My cat has more empathy.

I think these 'letters' are completely made up.

You know how you get 'professional compers' - people who manage to make money by entering lots of competitions? I think you get people who make a bit of pocket money by writing these 'true life misery' open letters.

You have to laugh at the Guardian's supposedly classy take on the whole 'my baby was born inside-out' genre, though. It reads like a pastiche of a Joanna Trollope novel crossed with mills and Boone. Joanna Trollope would be far more cutting, though.

Bloody Guardian, with it's patronising idea of 'what the ladeeez are like.'

I think previous poster who pointed out similarities of style between this and some of our writer-trolls on mn is spot on, though.

Maybe it's a 'thing' that some witer groups do, when test-running novel ideas: try them out on mn and as open letters to test them for 'real ness' and feedback/ideas for plot-development?

Or maybe it's a rite of passage thing/induction into ghe writing group gang? A writing group equivalent of a drive-by shooting?

I think this calls for some sort of "vomit" emoji, unfortunately mums met doesn't have one.
What a pile of crap, I stopped reading what "tire tracks in snow" and "fresh bed linen" what the actual fuck?

This would work too. For green sick.

"I walked through your house, which still retained a faint scent of your Jo Maline perfume, and came to the bedroom. I fell, possessed of an unnamable yet haunting sense of loss, upon the still-crisp, freshly-laundered sheets, and imagined you and he, entwined in the solemn act of love-making that brought into being your beautiful children.
Oh, how could I have brought so much tragedy to them? I imagined you, your blonde hair twisted into an elegant yet attractive up-do, your caramel cashmere coat and w tasteful Bobbi Brown makie-up artfully applied masking the hurt and anguish at the Parent-teacher meeting at their top private school."

I may write "an open letter from the wife detailed on your previous open letter from the girlfriend of my bell end of an ex husband".

See if I can pocket the £25 that's up for grabs.

What a twat

What a twat pretty much summed it up for me. And last week's 'my husband cheated on me for 400 years with every female who crossed our path including the dogs but I am skinny so I win'.

What is with the fucking guardian these days? It used to be a newspaper, it's turning into the published version of 'hey kids, we can do the show right here in the barn!'

Catfrom japan

I dabbed the tears away from my porcelain complexion. The guilt and shame wrought across my line-free forehead was at least masked by my freshly-cut-fringe, although it could not compare with your precision cut Vidal Sasson lob. Our disposable income had dropped since the financial settlement in the divorce where you received 99% of the assets. It was no less than you deserved - nay warranted after I robbed you of your rightful happiness, stealing in like a thief in the night.