An Open Letter to Just Another Woman: The Misery of Living by Stealing Someone Else's Life

There are stories that go beyond the limits of imagination, forcing us to reflect deeply on the true value of people. Today, I want to dedicate this space on my blog to an open letter addressed to just another woman. This text comes to light today, after seven long years of absolute and dignified silence. A silence that was never weakness, but the time necessary to fight my personal battles and let legal justice triumph. Today, that silence breaks—not out of revenge, but for the rightful entitlement to finally put an end to a deplorable chapter.

To you, who hide behind filters but remain just another woman, and who will perhaps recognize yourself in these lines.

There are actions that define a person’s worth, and then there are actions that reveal an absolute moral vacuum. While I was facing my hardest battle against cancer in silence, someone was spending years in the shadows plotting, calculating, and working with the sole purpose of destroying me, stripping me even of what I needed to survive.

Today, it is fashionable to claim solidarity, to pretend to be a "women’s advocate," and to speak loudly of respect and female sisterhood. But solidarity is not put on display with words; it is proven through actions. And the actions here tell a completely different story. A woman who calls herself an ally to her peers does not quietly creep into another woman's life to destroy it. She does not feed on the ruins of someone else's marriage.

The true misery, however, lies not just in the role of the mistress. It lies in what came after.

Taking the furniture, the belongings, and even the wedding gift from another woman’s mother is not a victory. It is an act of scavenging. Flaunting those pieces of someone else's life on Instagram, using them to furnish your own daily existence, shows nothing but a desperate, pathetic cry for validation. No true "friend to women" could ever look at herself in the mirror knowing she built her apparent happiness on the pain, illness, and planned deprivation of another human being.

Those objects posted on social media will always tell the story of a wrongdoing, never of a love story. Anyone who tramples on a fellow woman in her moment of utmost fragility has absolutely nothing to be proud of.

I feel no sympathy, nor any respect, for this kind of woman. I find that living a life based on copying, calculating, and stealing someone else's existence is the ultimate expression of human misery.

Nonetheless, I still hold a wish for the rest of your life: I hope that one day you can finally find your own personality, an authentic identity that is truly yours. A place where you will no longer be forced to steal anything—not a husband, not memories, not livelihood, nor another woman's dignity—just to feel like somebody.

I sincerely pray for you and for your soul, because you truly need it.

My circle closes here: A message for true women

I want to close this page by looking forward, speaking to myself and to all the true women who read this space dedicated to my art.

In these seven years of silence, while someone was trying to leave me with nothing, I rebuilt. I gathered the pieces of my life and, through an unwavering faith in God, I discovered a strength I never knew I possessed. God never abandoned me. Instead of letting me be destroyed by pain, He reached out His hand and allowed my talent to flourish, granting me the grace to build my beautiful career as an illustrator.

Every single drawing of mine, every project born on this website, is proof that the malice of others has no power over our destiny if we choose to entrust ourselves to something greater.

To all the women out there who are facing a storm, whether it is an illness or a betrayal that seems to take your breath away: do not give up. Those who hurt you can take away material things, but they can never steal your soul, your talent, and your dignity. Stand back up, hold onto your faith, because life is beautiful, and it always holds an extraordinary rebirth for those who walk with their heads held high and a pure heart.

My greatest victory is being right here—alive, free, and surrounded by the beauty of my art.