An Open Letter to "Not You" (But You Know It’s You)
Dear Totally-Not-The-Father-of-My-Child,
The beauty of writing satire is that you get to say all the truth in a way no one can sue you for. Because the you I’m talking about here? Oh no, definitely not you. Nope. Never. Couldn’t be. You’d never stoop so low, right?
So let’s clear the air…
You’re not the guy who tried to love-bomb his way into my life, pushed me to give up my career, “generously” offered to pay the mortgage (which, let’s be real, was always my security until suddenly it was his investment) and now - surprise! -is trying to claw every cent back like he’s auditioning for a Scrooge reboot.
Nope. Not you. Because you’re a high-value man, right? A rational co-parent, surely. Not someone who'd block child support, avoid alimony, and claim he just wants peace while lighting legal grenades and throwing them over the fence every other Tuesday.
You're not the guy who says he's concerned for his daughter, while actively trying to make her mother homeless. Because real dads don’t weaponize the law to leave their child without a stable roof. Oh wait unless the goal isn’t actually parenting… it’s punishing. But again, not you. Couldn’t be you. You’d never.
You wouldn’t be the type to stalk government systems trying to deregister me from my home. You wouldn’t twist timelines, fake nice to professionals, and gaslight your way through courtrooms like a narcissist on tour.
And best of all? I know you’ll deny all of this. You’ll call it fiction, fantasy, delusion. Because that’s your magic trick, isn’t it?
You want to have it both ways:
“It’s not about me!” (…but call your lawyer anyway.)
“She’s crazy!” (…but you read every single word.)
“I’m the victim!” (…but you’re the one holding the knife.)
So let me say this loud and clear:
Your daughter will have a voice.
Your games? They're documented, timestamped, and submitted.
And your new girlfriend? Well… let’s just hope she’s got a damn good therapist.
With zero regret,
–The One Who’s Done Taking Your Shit
P.S. This post? Obviously not about anyone in particular. Just a fictional character I made up for entertainment purposes. Any resemblance to actual narcissistic exes - living or delulu - is purely coincidental.
