Facebook note that shattered this woman's life - The Sun

ABBIE WERNER thought she had a perfect life with partner Andrew.
The pair had spent five happy years together but one day in 2008 the writer visited her Facebook page and found a devastating message from a stranger.
Here Abbie, 31, tells how she learned her man was cheating.

"ANDREW and I were always so compatible. We had the same tastes and laughed and joked from morning to night.

We used to love going to gigs, fabulous restaurants and buying gourmet food. We were best friends, rarely argued and lived up to our pet name for each other "Bunny".

I had no doubt we would get married and live happily ever after.

We first met in Perth, Australia, where I was working on a magazine and he was in IT. We were so sure we would share our lives that we moved to London together.

A few months after we arrived I was working late one evening, came home and fell fast asleep.

I knew Andrew was out clubbing but, at 5am, I woke up and realised he hadn't come home.

I kept phoning his mobile, but he didn't answer, and I was petrified he might have had an accident.

Finally he answered the phone at 10am, and confessed he'd got drunk and ended up walking a girl home but said nothing had happened.

At first I believed him, but a mutual friend told me the truth Andrew had slept with the girl. I was devastated and almost broke up with him.

But he convinced me he was sorry and that it hadn't meant a thing, so I decided to forgive him.

It took two years for me to trust Andrew again.

I truly did think we had rebuilt our relationship and that he would never be unfaithful again.

But then, one Monday morning in September, I opened my laptop and found a message from a Steven Smith in my Facebook inbox.

When I read the first few lines of the email, I almost passed out.

It read: "You may be the wrong person, but if you are Andrew's girlfriend and you live in London, then you might be the right person.

"I found Andrew on Facebook and saw that he was in a relationship with you. I'm in love with a girl called Becky and I think she's been seeing your boyfriend." I thought I was going to be sick.

Then I read on. "Becky left her inbox open and I found emails between them. He refers to her as Cecily, she calls him Algy."

The message went on to say that Andrew and Becky had spent the weekend of February 2 together at Claridge's, my favourite London hotel.

Not only that, they had also gone to a top restaurant and shopped together at London's Borough Market, as Andrew and I always did.

With my heart pounding, I raced upstairs, and checked my diary.

On February 2 I'd been in Barcelona with a friend. That meant Andrew had been in London, alone without me.

Except he hadn't been alone. He'd been with Becky, at Claridge's.

Trembling, I sat down at my computer again and carried on reading.

Steven's email continued: "Why am I doing this? Selfish reasons, I guess. I want Becky and I don't want her to be with anybody else.

"I'm sorry if this has upset you, but you deserve to know the truth."

Worse still, there were six emails between Andrew and Becky, in which he told her she was "the only peach of my eye," and more.

Still shaking violently, I picked up the phone, and called Andrew.

He answered: "Hi, Bunny." Resisting the temptation to scream, I said: "Don't Bunny me, you bastard." I then read a line from his emails to Becky: "Dearest Cecily, you are, and will always be, the only peach of my life."

Then I slammed the receiver down. As I lay on my bed, sobbing, our five-year relationship flashed before my eyes, all the good times, all the love, all the friendship.

Eventually, Andrew came home, and swore the relationship was only brief and had ended months before.

Whether or not he was telling the truth didn't matter to me any more. He had been unfaithful to me and that was that. It was over.

Soon after, he moved out.

For a time, I avoided dating, telling myself that it was pointless, that all men cheated.

Then I met a hunky blue-eyed Dane and had a few passionate nights with him, but then he went back to Denmark. But despite the brevity of our relationship, I'd taken my first steps away from Andrew towards a new man and a new life.

For the past 18 months, I've been in a loving relationship and I'm settled and content.

Do I wish I'd never opened that Facebook email?

Not at all. Without Facebook, I would never have learned about Andrew.

Yes I suffered, but I survived, moved on and found happiness with my new boyfriend.

Thank you, Facebook."