A Letter to My Best Friend’s Ex-Husband Because Seriously, Dude

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Hey there,

Let’s get one thing straight: divorce is rough. People drift apart, feelings evolve, and sometimes, things just can’t be mended. But then there are times when one party does something so irreparable that it forces the situation. And guess what? You fall into that latter category.

This whole divorce? It’s on you. You’ve caused my best friend a ton of heartache, and while she’s handling it like the fierce, resilient woman she is, I can’t just sit quietly and pretend I’m not seething over here. You’ve betrayed her trust, lied to her, and hurt her deeply. She’s managing to keep things civil for the kids, which is commendable, and you both deserve credit for co-parenting with respect amidst all of this chaos. It’s not easy, but you’re both navigating this like champs during a very tough transition.

However, just because she’s being a total rockstar doesn’t mean I’m not fuming. Oh, I am furious. You’re the one who set this whole mess in motion. She sees the good in you as a father, and while she’s working on forgiveness, I’m not obligated to do the same. I’m allowed to be mad as hell that you’re the reason for her heartbreak, anxiety, and sleepless nights. So, let me make this crystal clear: screw you, man.

Screw you for making her feel worthless. Screw you for making her question everything about your relationship. Screw you for her sleepless nights filled with tears and worry about how this will affect the kids she loves more than anything. She has to share a home, attend events, and help your children navigate their own feelings—all while carrying this heavy burden alone.

You may think you’re a great dad, and maybe you are, but she’s the one who has to reassure the kids that everything will be okay. She’s the one who’s left picking up the pieces, all while you move on with your life. And while she’s showing immense strength, I can’t help but feel like you should be the one carrying some of that weight.

So while she’s out there being the bigger person, I’m over here wanting to throw some serious shade your way. I mean, I might even wish for a little karma to come knocking at your door. Like, “I hope your new place is crawling with roaches. Not that I’m saying I’d be involved, but I wouldn’t mind if karma had a hand in it.”

At the end of the day, she’s going to rise from this stronger than ever. She will find happiness and freedom, and I’ll be the one cheering her on, reminding her that she doesn’t need a man to define her worth—this is her year to shine. And while she might forgive you someday, just know that I’ll still be giving you the side-eye, all while knowing she’s going to be just fine.

If you ever find yourself with a surprise package of pests, don’t come crying to me. I’m not in this with you.

Cheers,
Her Bestie