I know how hard it has been for you to not call me. I know how important I was to you, and how much you missed me after you stabbed me in the back repeatedly. I know so much more than you think I know.

How did the girl I met in 2nd grade that became one of my closest friends for the next 15 years, turn into such a snotty, coldhearted bitch? I realize you were always snotty - everyone knew that, which was why you never had many other friends. But for some reason it never bothered me. We were "Lisa and Lisa", or "Lisa squared" - we were a team.

In high school, when we both had very different social lives and circles, we still remained close. It didn't matter to me that you never went to parties or dated on the weekends. It was okay with me that you were a bookworm, and more interested in church than hanging out with kids from school. Just like it never bothered you that I sometimes blew off school to socialize, and I never missed a weekend party. We had gone in different directions, but our conversations never wavered, we never lost the connection that we'd always had.

When you went away to the all-girl college, I wasn't surprised. Being one of the very few virgins that were in our graduating class, I didn't expect you to throw yourself into the world of boys and sex right away. Boy, did you surprise me.

What was it, 6 months after you started college that you turned into the village slut? I knew you had changed when you invited me to come down for the weekend, and then left with some guy as I pulled into the parking lot, yelling for me to go on up to your room, you'd be back in a few hours. Were you really surprised that I just turned around and drove the 3 hours back home instead of waiting? No, you're too smart for that. You knew, but wanted to act like it was no big deal.

I got over that, and went on to get over many similar things that you did, all as a result of you putting dating in front of your friends. I wasn't surprised when you transferred to UGA, so you could enhance your social life. I WAS surprised, however, to find that you had been put on academic probation...twice. You used to be a straight A girl, always on the Dean's list. But sleeping around and partying became your life, and you became a totally different person.

Remember when you had a breakdown and had to come home for a "fresh start"? You had finally slept with SO many guys, that your reputation preceded you and you were no longer someone the guys wanted to bag, but someone they'd all bagged and discarded. You had become the campus joke, a sure thing, and a regular at the abortion clinic. I never told you how I really felt about that, by the way. I tried to be supportive, and hoped going home and starting over would put an end to your promiscuity. Too bad your fresh start only lasted for a few months before you were right back at it again.

Still, I stood by you. Maybe I didn't approve of what you did, but I didn't condemn you for it either. It was when you slept with Philip, who I had been seeing for weeks, who I had slept with myself, who you lied to me over and over about sleeping with behind my back even though I told you I already knew. Then I knew you no longer had morals, and placed no real value on friendship. After that, I wasn't as easygoing about your snide comments. I finally just had enough, and went away.

I knew you had always been jealous of me. It was obvious by the way you always tried to put down everything I had, and decisions I had made. My long-term relationship that you tried to convince me to get out of for good? Well, I married him. My job that you said was going nowhere and you would never do? It pays at least $10,000 more per year than the last job I knew you to have, even after your 10 scattered years of college. (10 years?!? Give me a break!) My Eclipse that you said was such a shitty car? It proved to be reliable and fun for 6 years while you went through cars like underwear.

Your goal to be married by the 10 year high school reunion (even if you had to buy a ring and lie about it) blew up in your face, didn't it? You married someone just in the nick of time, but the marriage was in tatters just one day before the reunion. Go figure.

You think I didn't know the whole time why you belittled me, and tried to make yourself seem so much better than everyone else? It was because you were envious and insecure. You based all of your young adult years on reassuring yourself that men found you attractive enough to screw after meeting you in a bar. I've got news for you, honey. It's no great accomplishment to get a guy to notice you after last call is made. I can only assume now that you are back out there, in the sad world of bar hopping, trying to find husband #2 before the 15 year reunion.

I'd like to say that I wish we could be friends again one day, but you know what? I really don't.

Sincerely,