Wonkette

My Darling Nicholas,
My friends told me I was foolish to allow this to happen between us when you were on the rebound, but I stubbornly refused to listen. I thought that with the expediency with which you obtained your divorce that you were serious about making our relationship work despite our many differences and those pesky security goons constantly dragging me away. I see now that I was quite terribly mistaken.

Nicholas, I know when I am defeated. She’s beautiful, she speaks French and she’s closer to your age which, naturally, makes her better arm candy than I could ever be. I wish the two of you nothing but luck as she proceeds with her divorce and you attempt to avoid press coverage of your romance by dating a member of the press. Me, I shall simply have to content myself with memories of happier times (courtesy of Drew Evans):
I hope, my dear, that we can remain friends.

Yours,
Megan