Dear Friend,

I hope this finds you well.

I miss you. A lot. I miss your offside jokes, your amazing hugs, and your huge heart.

But your husband is a piece of shit, and I can’t stand being around him. I don’t like the person you turn into when he’s around, and I think he’s like all the rest: trash. I’m sorry you pick the worst fucking men ever, and I want you to know I love you and I will be here waiting for the day you realize he’s not worthy of you.

Love,
Chicken Nugget