I know that you will immediately show or read this to him, your personal puppet master, yet it would be a grave disservice for me to not pass on this small, yet a personally hard-earned bit of wisdom.

First, a confession.  I admit that I fell for your performance; hook, line, and sinker. BRAVO!  I believed you.  I believed that you and I were actually friends; real friends- not pretend ones. Imagine my surprise upon realizing that our every interaction had been cleverly choreographed by your man, then carried out by you.  Betrayal and lies hurt, I need you to realize this.  You, his personal puppet, should be hurt as well. Though you were acting and doing as you were told, that in of itself is a type of betrayal.

So, despite your betrayal, here’s some advice, one woman to another…
Every aspect of your life will change for the better once you begin to make up your own mind and start making your own decisions.  Figure out who you are as a woman, what you like, and who you like; using no one’s opinion other than your own. I’m telling you this because I genuinely liked you and I hoped to see you genuinely happy one day.
Remember, we only get this one, small, a speck of time to live our lives, and to try to get it right.
On your deathbed, wouldn’t you prefer to reflect on all the choices that you made, because you chose to make them?  Or would you prefer to reflect back on all the choices and decisions made for you, by someone else?
Even as I write this, I know that you may ignore my advice. I am okay with that.  I feel better knowing that I tried. The rest is up to you.  I wish nothing but the best for you, in every area of your life.  I hope that one day you will wish the same for yourself, so that you may know true happiness and contentment.