Dear Batard (my new favorite reference for you reflecting a combination of my girlfriends pet name for you – “Fuc)$ard” and my therapists clinical reference to your disorder “Bat Sh$t Crazy”),
I have been disregarding your verbally abusive emails to me as I am sure you realized by now. When you insult me or are irrational/delusional saying things that have nothing to do with raising our daughter they go in the trash file. It is your “gig” to project your feelings on me regarding “anger” when you are actually the one who: would not allow our daughter to talk to me on Valentine’s Day because you are angry with me (I have her call you every night because it’s the right thing to do, not because I am court ordered to do so), stated that unless I gave you more custody (because the judge was wrong) you would make her go to one of the worst schools in the state just to hurt me (that doesn’t look good to others by the way when you try to pretend you want nothing but the best and convince people you should be on the board of directors for the local charters but they know you are forcing her mother to put her in one of the worst schools), brag to your “friends” and bible group buddies that you will only pay $479 for your daughter because that’s all she’s worth (again you can’t think that looks good to them, which is how I know)…. You can try to blame this divorce on me just like you did your last ex-wife and you can rationalize why you don’t have any long standing relationships however your intense drive to hurt people in order to win comes through clearly in the end. At one point you seemed able to see what you were doing, but you are back to your old patterns and in a few years this same thing will repeat itself with someone else unless you take stock of what this looks like to those around you (which you will never do and makes this all the more sad to watch).
In the meantime, while you think I am scared, panicked, upset, devastated, sad, …fill in the blank… I am actually enjoying blogging about how ridiculous you are, loving laughing about your latest lunacy with my friends, or simply hitting delete like you are a piece of junk mail (one of my favorite buttons ever!). I will mourn the day you ever realize how idiotic you sound and stop trying to harass me, in the meantime send me more Batard emails please, they make my day.
Always,
One day closer to freedom from you
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