Letters I Never Sent (But Really, Really Wanted To) Part 1

Dear Captain Conflict,

You once said I didn’t contribute anything to our home except drama. Meanwhile, you paid the mortgage—and I paid in stress, sleepless nights, and the soul of a woman slowly watching herself become a ghost in her own life. Bold move for someone who thinks "gaslighting" is just a fancy word women use when they're "too emotional."
Remember when you said, and I quote, "You should feel lucky to live here"? Cute. I didn’t know squatters' rights came with emotional labor, unpaid childcare, and a side of character assassination.

PS: I’m still waiting for the new laptop you promised after telling me to give mine to your son. No rush—I assume you're just busy being "high value."

To the Man Who Thinks Court is Tinder for Revenge,
The great thing about you is you'll deny everything I write. So technically, you can't say it's about you. But also, you're the kind of guy who wants it both ways: "It's not true!" AND "You're not allowed to say it!"
You're trying to financially bleed me dry while posting about being a proud father of 5 on Linkedin. Tell me, do those quotes also mention how real dads make sure their kid’s mother has a roof over her head?

Because story around town is you tried to do the same to your first wife....

Dear Future Netflix Documentary Writers,
I present to you: a man who's company is worth $20 million on paper, could sell his company for triple that, but is trying to sue the mother of his child for $180,000 like he's hunting for loose change in the couch cushions of his boat.
Imagine explaining to his board: "Yes, I lead with integrity and... I'm also chasing down alimony like it’s a startup investment.

To His New Girlfriend (Who Definitely Thinks She's the One),
Sweetheart.

You are amazing.

You really are.

You bring light, and he saw it—like a mosquito sees a bug zapper. I once believed I was the exception too, not #15 in a lineup of girlfriends who "just didn't understand him."
One day you’ll start Googling "how to escape the nice guy who ruins your life in slow motion" and it’ll all click.
I wish you peace.

And a therapist on speed dial.

To the Ghost of Who I Was,
You did your best.
You raised his kids. You made dinners. You stopped working because he said he had you. You believed love meant teamwork, not servitude. And when you got wise, when you said, "I’m not doing this anymore" — he said you changed.
But you didn’t change. You woke up.
It ends here. With us. And your daughter will never call that abuse "normal."
Now go write, laugh, and live like the survivor you are. The truth is hilarious when you survive it.

*More letters coming soon. He gives me fresh material weekly. #blessed