I hate Brian. With everything that I am, I hate him. He has everything I ever wanted. Dom was supposed to marry me, love me, not Brian. It’s should be my child that Dom is chasing around the yard playing with. It should be me, not Brian, sitting on the porch calling out encouragements and laughing. That’s supposed to be my family. When we moved down here I was sure that I would be able to win Dom back. I mean Brian wasn’t around anymore, not only that he was a cop.

Then Dom decided it didn’t matter and sent that stupid letter, I’m just lucky I managed to get it before the mailman came around. Catching Brian’s first letter was a fluke, but once I realized that if Dom got the letter it would be a matter of time before Brian was here and making himself comfortable on my side of Dom’s bed, I made sure I got the mail every day. I thought Brian would be smart enough to stop writing after a month or so of not hearing from Dom but the son of a bitch wrote for almost a year. By the time that Brian stopped writing I was back in Dom’s bed. If I would have even guessed, that two years after that last letter, that Brian would send Dom another letter I never would have stopped worrying about the mail. I never should have kept the letters. I was to worried that someone would see one if I threw them in the trash So I stuffed them in an old shoe box and threw it in the back of my closet.

When Dom found those letters sure I was angry they had gone through my stuff but I was angrier that the letters had been found then that they had been through my things because I new it meant that I didn’t have a chance after that. There were no explanations I could give that Dom would accept.

When I found out about the kid I just wanted to strike out to hurt Brian for taking everything away. I mean Dom married him… we had been together for 6 years and he had never even asked. Him and Brian were together for 2 days and 3 years after the fact Dom marries him. I’ve lost everything. There’s no way back in. No one will talk to me not Vince, not Leon, not Mia certainly not Dom or Brian. My friends are all back in the US. The only people I knew here in Mexico were my family and they’ve turned their back on me and that loss burns my soul. Now their a family and for me it’s Over.