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Sondrea,

You don’t know who I am, but my name is Angelina. I am writing this to you because I have been in your shoes before and when this was happening to me, I wish someone would have told me.  I know you are moving out west next week, but this is something you should know before you make that decision.

You probably think everything is fine between you and Callan. He makes it seem like he is the best boyfriend in the world, cuddling you every night, rubbing your pinky finger. He probably has said things like “It’s not an option to hurt you” “I promise you”. He might describe to you that your relationship is perfect. You probably thought it was a little weird that he stayed out all night Tuesday night, but never thought twice about it. And now you’re probably wondering how I know all of this about him. Well, I am the other girl.

3 months ago, Amanda had me over for some drinks one night. It was May 7^th, you were in BC if I recall. It was myself, Wayne, Amanda, Callan and Ryan. We drank, we went into the hot tub, and I had every intention on being with Callan that night. Before I even arrived, he had told everyone that he does not see himself being with you for the rest of his life, and that he plans on breaking up with you when you got home from your trip. So that night, we had sex. We hooked up in the work shop downstairs up against the wooden counter by Bentley’s cage. We hooked up in the downstairs bathroom against the wall, and then continued to have sex up in the guest bedroom on the 3^rd floor. We had sex all night that night, and ended up having really good conversation about where he would be getting posted this year. That morning, we all had breakfast together, he treated me like we have been together for a year, and we were extremely comfortable, kissing in front of people and holding hands. I personally only thought it was a one night stand, and it was going to end when we left Amanda’s. But it didn’t.

That afternoon when I got home, I got numerous text messages with the impression it was going to happen again. He was giving me every reason to believe that he was done with you and that he would be with me. And I believed him. That Monday came, and he asked me to go over his house, which at the time was the “frat” house. He told me that he was going to end things with you when you got home Wednesday, which was his birthday. He told me that it “wasn’t an option to hurt me” he promised me that we would be together Wednesday night. And then we went into the frat house, into his room, which is very plain, and had sex all night. I know how hurt you must be feeling, but I need to tell you details so you believe me. His room was 2 mattresses on the floor, white walls, an ironing board with his cell phone charger, and his computer sitting on top of it, and he has a picture of his parents sitting on his windowsill. We talked about our life together, and how we would have twins and how I would travel with him if he got posted, probably just like you did.  Needless to say, I fell under his trance and fell for him. My head kept telling me to stop, but my heart wouldn’t. He smooth talked me into believing every word he said. He made so many promises to me probably just like to you.

Anyways, this went on Monday and Tuesday night before you came home on Wednesday. I left the frat house Wednesday morning and he said “I’ll see you at 9”. I did not hear from him all day, and then got a text message from him saying that it had been the worst day of his life and that he needed to be alone that night. I was obviously devastated, the first thing going through my head was “he didn’t break up with her” but I just gave him his space and waited until he contacted me again. The next night I got a phone call from him, he started beating around the bush, and I asked him what happened with you and him, and he said “what’s the worst thing a girl could tell a guy when he’s breaking up with her” and I guessed that you were pregnant. And apparently I was right. He then told me that he still wanted to see me but he needed to figure things out with you, and he needed to be there for you and the baby. While he was “figuring all this out with the baby” I was still getting text messages, phone calls with him telling me he missed me and that he still wanted to get together. I never did because I didn’t think that was right, even though none of this was right. He kept telling me not to give up hope on him, and to believe in him that we will be together one day.

So this went on for a couple of weeks of him calling and texting me, giving me false hope. And one night I just told him that I was dating someone else, and I didn’t hear from him until the week before Amanda’s wedding.

We started texting back and forth about how we were going to be hooking up. All the while I was debating on whether or not to reject him, because I know girls don’t do that. So the wedding came. And I have never seen a guy more attractive than him in a suit. We went pretty much the whole night without really talking. I didn’t go up to him once, because he had enough girls chasing him around that night. There were comments made, and some flirting was done, but nothing inappropriate. At the end of the night, my friend and I went back to a hotel room, where she proceeded to be very sick, and passed out. Callan called me and wanted to hook up, and he then bought a hotel room at the same place as I was staying. Our room number was 306. We had sex, again all night.

I have then been texting him and calling him this week about how much time he has before he goes away and how many times we can get together until then. He ended up getting another hotel room on Tuesday night for us. If you don’t believe any of this, he should have a hickey on his right shoulder and scratches on his back. I also have text messages and a receipt to the hotel from Saturday night with our names on it.

I know this must be really hard for you to hear all of this, but knowing that you were going to pick up your life and move with him across the country when he isn’t worth it, I had to tell you. I can’t say that I am sorry for what I did, because I knew what I was getting myself into, and I knew that he was cheating on you with me. I wish that it didn’t have to come to this. I am only trying to protect you from getting hurt anymore from him.

Callan is the type of guy that can have everything with the snap of his fingers. And it’s not fair that he is hurting a lot of girls in the mean time. You turned down a great job at the hospital for someone that has cheated on you, lied to you, and manipulated you into thinking that everything was perfect with you guys. I know what I did was very wrong, and I will be forever guilty but I couldn’t live with myself if I did not tell you what he has been up to. Callan is never wrong, but he is this time, and you need to know that. He isn’t the perfect guy, he lies all the time, he has cheated on most of his girlfriends, and he always gets away with it.

From someone who knows what it feels like to find out about their boyfriend cheating on them, I am very sorry.