Sometimes you open a box, dreading, then horrified by what you see inside - but it becomes the last straw. My wife, soon to be ex, was off this last weekend - partying, “girl’s weekend” as she has been, $4K Mexico trip, etc. Things have been rocky for some time, spoke with both a Mediator, and an Attorney, prepping, but still a sliver of hope. Chats with her two divorcing sisters, and with her mom, revealed all. F…B$&@ (That’s my name…how could he shut down the credit card? I’ll bet he has a secret one…(I don’t)…..He’s just thinking of himself (You mean as I raise our son, and take him to work, and work overtime, to pay your bills…and build you 3 houses? Seeing all of that anger, and realizing it’s 4 against 1, and always will be…I told her about 10 hours ago, I would like mediation or attorneys. As awful as this is, I actually slept 5 hours last night, without a panic attack. She’s got another vacation next week…and I can’t wait to be with her arguing, angry, dramatic “Lake” vacation, the whole coven of women, with only 3 adult males out of 15 family members, stirring the pot for 5 days. I have hated this vacation, as there are always 2-3 evenings of fight, drama, but for the 1st time in 15 years, I won’t be there - and I can plan my future, and enjoy my time with my son, in total peace. I am so glad I “opened the box” and saw those nasty iPad messages - from women whose children I have helped raise, who I have cooked, and hosted literally hundreds of times over the last 24.5 years, but who are only secretly too happy to watch us burn, so my wife can join with them. Those angry, judgemental, man-hating words, as they tore down me, my soon to be 2 ex-brothers in law, pulled the wool off of my eyes, and helped me both get to the hardest conversation I’ve ever had - and to open those eyes, and see the truth.