It's as simple as this: A best friend doesn't go after my husband. We're separated and had been trying to make a go of things and YOU fucked it up. I no longer want anything to do with either of you. So maybe I should thank you for being a sleaze bag. You deserve one another. Though if I see you together, I'm going to throw a shoe at you—and I wear very large heavy clunky shoes! You both have broken my heart. I hope you feel good about yourself. Karma. Karma, my dear. —Theft of Husband