Letters I Never Sent (But Really, Really Wanted To) Part 2
Part 2: The One Where I Pretend I Don’t Know You’re Full of Sh*t
Dear Captain Conflict,
Thank you for your recent performance in “Man Who Pretends to Care About His Child While Plotting His Ex’s Financial Ruin.”
The Academy called. You’ve been nominated for Best Actor in a Delusional Role and Worst Supporting Parent.
Also—quick note—if you’re going to lie to the school, the courts, AND child welfare in the same week, maybe don’t also get caught on a leaked audio file talking about how you’re trying to “make me penniless.” Just a suggestion from someone who reads terms and conditions before clicking “I agree.”
Let’s talk about priorities for a moment:
You could spend time helping Our Daughter adjust, build stability, or…I don’t know…be a father.
Instead, you’re playing legal whack-a-mole with my sanity, thinking that if you just send one more email, the court will magically say, “You know what? He’s right. Let’s ignore the fact he strangled her AND common sense.”
You call it “co-parenting.”
I call it “co-existing with a man who weaponizes his free time (by the way, how do you have so much time free? Go run your company and put some effort into your other 4 kids).”
You told people I was “unstable” when I cried after constantly ignored how little you gave a shit about us being a team and my basic needs as a human.
But you forget: the moment you lost control, you lost the script.
And now everyone’s watching your blooper reel in real time.
You claim to want what’s “best for our daughter.”
But in the same breath, you lied to the police and at any time could have stopped them putting me in prison, instead you went back in the morning asking them to keep me in there.
Spoiler: no one thinks you're doing it for justice.
They know you're doing it for control.
Final thought:
I didn’t lose.
I let go.
And you’ve been falling ever since.
Sincerely,
The One Who’s Still Standing
(Even After Prison, Poverty, and You)
Ana
