So long, and thanks for all the fish...
In leaving the doomed planet that was our marriage, dear ex, I have a few final words to say. We're approaching midnight here and with that come the final hours a marriage that never should have been.
First, thank you for the two marvelous children you helped create but have had no hand in raising. They are brilliant, shy, outgoing, beautiful,
filled with the security that they have two parents that love them and an absentee father who loves them enough to stay away and not poison them with his pain and anger. For the years I raised your wonderful and profoundly kind son... and for taking him away so that I appreciated the girls that much more.
Thank you, dear ex for teaching me that I am not a victim but a surviour.
For teaching me I can do this on my own. That I can find a partner who loves me and cares about our children enough to step in and be a man where you quite horrifically failed.
For showing me what true suffering is, I can better understand the suffering of others.
And now...
Fuck you, ex, for forcing our children to live in a home filled with anger and violence.
For leaving two children in a situation no child should have to be in.
For showing me the inside of the criminal trial system, with all of it's flaws, faults and misdirected 'justice'.
For risking the life of our unborn children countless times.
For screwing random strangers in the park in the middle of the night, leaving me and our unborn children at risk for countless diseases.
For screaming at me like a lunatic in front of our friends while simultaneously scaring the shit out of them. Driving 130 km/hour in a 60 zone... not okay, not ever okay.
Fuck you for making our mutual friends think I'm a whore, a cheat, a liar.
Fuck you for lying your way through a meeting where I tried my hardest to forgive you.
Fuck you for creating scars that will never heal, inside and out.
Fuck you for making me feel helpless, stupid, fat and alone.
Fuck you for raping me.
Fuck you for putting us thousands of dollars in debt.
Fuck you for making me so completely terrified to file for divorce and point the sleeping beast that I waited five long years for this moment.
Fuck you for raising three girls without telling their own biological father that you are a sexual predator, an abuser and so terribly, terribly broken. Truly remorseful people don't do that.
And, finally.
I hope you find the peace you seek. I hope I find the relief I need.
I hope you've learned to redirect your hatred of humanity.
I hope you never hurt anyone again.