Dear Bonnie,

I wanted to thank you for sleeping with my husband while I put him through school and raised his children. Thank you for allowing me to get out of an abusive marriage. I appreciate your help, it allowed me to move on with my life and get my master's and meet a man that truly loves me for me. I have never met you. I have no idea what you look like, but you know my address, my SSN, my work phone number, my financial records, my teacher's certificate number, etc. I wanted to thank you for taking many credit cards out in my name, I honestly love spending my free time getting my credit cleared. I also want to thank you for telling my children that I despise them and that I am bipolar. I love the fact that you have threatened my life through emails and mail. My sons are deathly afraid that you will hurt me and them on any occasion. You have made me that much more protective of them. I feel that you truly are the better woman. You have no high school education, no job skills, you have lost your children due to abuse and neglect on your part (your words to me on my email). I have moved on with my life. I have battled breast cancer and survived, I raise my two sons and am proud to be their mother. I teach my students from the heart and have thier success in mind. I appreciate the phone calls to my parents claiming that I hit you and threaten you daily. Sweetheart you live in Colorado, I live in Texas. Where would I find the time to travel that distance to hit you? I wanted to thank you for telling my sons' father that the boys do not want them. They haven't seen their father in four years. He doesn't call, he doesn't write, he doesn't care. I wanted to thank you for ripping all the photos of my sons in their grandparents home and filing a protective order against my children, keeping them from their grandparents. I have so much to thank you for. I didn't realize that I was such a terrible person. I know what I must change. Thank you for bringing all of my faults to the surface. I will try to be a better person for you and my exhusband. I don't know what else I can do, I haven't talked to him in four years, I don't write, I don't let him know how the children are (your request because you consider it harassment). Please tell me what else I can do to make you hate me more. Because I don't hate you, I don't know you enough to hate you.

Anji

Anji