I’m getting close to calling you out. My frustration levels are increasing with your silent treatment. You claim to put the kids first, but it is you whom you put first as the kids have told me that you don’t answer their texts once you’ve made your obligatory weekly hey, hope all is well, love ya, text to them. I’m used to your non-answering ways. But really, I have to ask. How pathetically disconnected are you?
You’re missing out Mister. You’re missing out on kids who are great and who really want to love you. But then, you had an entire family who loved you and you walked away, never looking back. How the hell do you do it?
I’ve become Mom and Dad here. I am HOME to our kids. You are like the occasional greeter at Walmart in their lives. They see you every so often, but don’t really miss when they don’t see you.
Do you know what’s tearing me up? They want to have a relationship with you. But with every disappointment, they pull away a bit more from that desire because they get little back from you. Their hearts hurt and there’s not a damn thing I can do to heal them, except to stick to the facts and not bad-mouth you. I allow them to talk and I nestle them into my arms when they’re sad. I kiss away the tears that occasionally flow. In my head I want to curse you to hell. But my heart, that tiny essence of kindness I still hold for you, won’t let me because it would hurt the kids. And I believe that you need them as much as they need you.
It’s too bad that you’ve become blinded to truth, to feelings and to peace. Your superficial rich carefree guy image is only a farce and we both know that I know the truth. Scratch the surface of your golden guy image and people will see that you are simply a dead rock on which you’ve painted a sparkly gold thin layer which hides your low self-esteem, your living a lie and your grief.
I forgave you of all that occurred. I washed my hands of your dirt. But I hold umbrage to your unfeeling treatment of the kids and your lack of financial responsibility. You know me well. I am a tigress for my kids and you will pay what they are owed financially. I can’t make you the loving father I once believed you were, but I can make their lives better in your absence.
Be free to live the fake carefree life that you portray. We know the truth. Someday your mask will slip and all will be revealed.
Your Ex Wife