Marital Carnage Continues.

Dear (almost ex)Wife

When we met a couple decades ago, we were in love. You knew what I was. I haven't changed much. What happened to you?

Why did you hide the monster within for so long, only to unleash it when we were so far down the road that insane amounts of damage to us and our kids is inevitable? If I had known the ruthless, unscrupulous competitor within you could possibly turn against me, I would have dropped you like a hot potato, and moved on.

Why the false accusations of mental illness? Was it a smokescreen thrown by you and your lawyer to deflect attention from your own shortcomings only long enough for you to gain leverage in this bitter battle you wrought upon all 5 of us? What are you gaining from this? Your increased alcohol consumption certainly isn't out of joy. And sleeping with the first penis to come schlumpfing by after breaking from me certainly isn't cause for any of the family to celebrate. You look in the mirror and continue to see a fat person, and wreck your diet as a consequence, with addictions to caffeine and Senokot. You will deny it all, of course. Addicts always deny.

I want 50% of our marital funds. In addition, I want to retain a fair amount which corresponds to the life savings I grew as a single man which bought our first house. I want to retain the small inheritance I got from my grandfather, so I can continue to grow it and use it for my legacy. You make 3 times as much as I do now, why do you need half of what is not rightly yours? Spousal support and child support payments from you to me certainly wouldn't hurt either.

I never hurt the kids. I encouraged good behavior and good diets and exercise. Unlike you, I set GUIDELINES for them to follow. I was careful in administering medical care - only when needed - your spurious exaggerations to the court notwithstanding. I work one week and take off alternate weeks. I want the children on my off weeks. 50% visitation. I played a huge part in their upbringing and would like to continue to do so. We can do this. We live in the same school district. I have the living space. It will be so much better for them than bouncing around from baby sitter to baby sitter, then living with a strange man old enough to be their grandfather, when they're on your time.

I never forced you to ride your bike EVERYWHERE. I certainly encouraged you to ride whenever possible. You quit when you wanted to. I care about the world I bequeath to my children. We're polluting it so fast right now, there really isn't much hope. Best we can do is lead by example. The excuse "my actions won't make a difference" is pathetic. When it does become too late, and the world as we know it is destroyed, the survivors will look back on us and wonder why we were so stupid. Perhaps my descendants will look back on me as someone who cared, someone with foresight and determination. Seems it is too late for you. You drank the kool-aid of decadence. You are just another black mark of shame among black marks which stain our hedonistic society. My caring about the world I live in is NOT mental illness. It is a VIRTUE meant to be bequeathed to my progeny, for if they don't care, who will? With clear sanity, I choose NOT to follow the decadent herd, on their insane course, over the cliff of oblivion.

Cycling is not only good for the environment, it is safe. It is safe compared to horseback riding. It is safe compared to gymnastics and soccer. I agree children should be exposed to a certain amount of risk so they can learn to get on in this world. There is NOTHING wrong with me taking them for bike rides of any sort, errands or just for fun! How DARE you try to restrict, even eliminate, my chances of having a ride with my own kids!? If I can tolerate you signing them up for all manner of dangerous sports, you can tolerate my cycling with them. It's called COMPROMISE. Get used to it. They're MY kids, too. I'm not going anywhere!

Your sick game-playing with the children, letting them see me, then preventing them from seeing me, using that lame lop-sided court order you gained by dishonest means, will ultimately be held against you. Blackmail might be tolerated in that miserable cess-pool of a country you come from, but it does not go over well in these parts.

I hope that miserable sad-sack of a man you are shacking up with now leaves you soon. I hope this for his sake. No one, not even one as pathetic as he, deserves the eventual tortures of living with a disgusting, lying, vainglorious narcissist like you. The old man will get tired of making you happy (you think we exist to make you happy, but happiness is a choice!), the honeymoon period will wear off, and you will be alone, and the world will be a better place for it.

Your warped views on marriage and religion will eventually be outed, and the people at our old congregation will eventually find out the real you. Some of them already have, but are keeping their judgements to themselves as good Christians do. Be honest with yourself. Be the Atheist you really are. Maybe then you won't have to drink so much!

May your corroded, evil soul rot in hell,

Love,

your soon-to-be ex