His Journal: The Untold Inner Monologue of Sir Gaslight-a-Lot (Vol. 3)
Monday
Printed out 47 screenshots of her smiling. Evidence for court.
Claim: She’s “too happy to be traumatized.”
Submitted alongside a pie chart labeled “Her Emotional Manipulation, Graphed.”
Also submitted:
A blurry photo of her standing near the dishwasher
A receipt from 2019
My feelings
Tuesday
Decided to make a PowerPoint for the mediator.
Slide 1: “How She Failed Me”
Slide 2: “Her Instagram Story Was a Personal Attack”
Slide 3: “Our daughter is Fine (When She’s Silent)”
Slide 4: A video of me fake-crying in my car, set to Coldplay.
Wednesday
Told the school again that I’m the “primary emotional parent.”
When asked what that meant, I said: “I have feelings. She has blogs.”
The teacher blinked. Not sure if impressed or concerned.
Later, accused her of being “obsessed with litigation.”
Filed two new court cases before dinner.
Still waiting for my irony diagnosis.
Thursday
Heard she got a new therapist.
Texted her: “I hope you find healing.”
Also texted the therapist: “Good luck.”
Then posted a quote online about “narcissists accusing you of what they do.”
The comment section is suspiciously quiet.
Friday
Tried to enter a men’s support group.
Got kicked out after 10 minutes for trying to sell NFTs and calling everyone “feminized.”
Left a bad review: “Too woke. Not enough gaslighting tips.”
Saturday
Spotted her boyfriend.
Made a note to tell our daughter: “Some people move on fast because they never cared.”
Made another note: “Buy binoculars with better zoom.”
Sunday
Woke up feeling poetic.
Started writing a children’s book:
“Why Mommy is Always Wrong (Even When She’s Right).”
Illustrated by me, in MS Paint.
