Lonewolf-chicago

I stood there and I couldn't believe she said it. My own wife, the only woman on the planet that I knew for sure wouldn't turn into a...ahhh I won't say what I really mean. She called me a loser in front of my child.

What egregious behavior deserved such a punishment as to berate me, emasculate me in front of my daughter? I had more than doubled my income in less than 3 years, I had finally made a low 6 figure income, I was going to school to get my master's degree, I had two jobs including owning my own website business with 2 projects actively in the works... and I was still home for dinner 6/7 nights per week and I put my daughter to bed every night. That's not to mention that my daughter and I were together all the time. I was the ultimate motivated father and husband and entrepreneur, I'm not ashamed or embarrassed to say. All I wanted was to be a success, to provide for my family and I was doing that.

So she called me a loser in front of my daughter, that ungrateful bitch. I lost it. I mean really lost it. That was the day I knew I had to prepare for a divorce.
That was the day, I knew this bitch wasn't right… in the head.

When I say I married the 1 woman on the planet that wouldn't turn into your stereotypical leach, money grubbing cunt... there I said it. I really do mean it.

Looking back, I didn't miss anything. I wasn't blind - she was loyal, a great friend, forgiving, she was balanced, 800+ credit score, parents were married for 40 years.. she got along with her brothers, her cousins. She worked for a large company plus she got a part time job as well... she loved working. She came from a working class family and she honestly said, "I'm a beer and a burger type of girl." She meant it and she was it..

As soon as I put a ring on her finger, it all changed. I mean 180 degree turn for the worse and it was making me ill. She went from burgers and a beer to filet mignon and the house red - overnight. One day I just looked at her after she spent a solid 3 minutes with the server trying to figure out which glass of red to get before dinner. I said, "Who are you?" she just cocked her head a bit while looked away and made an incompressible grunt as if to say "This is the new me." I knew then and there, I got duped.

Soon, a pattern began to emerge... Nothing I said was valid, she disagreed with everything that I said. She would find an exception to the rule on every single thing I had an opinion about. Then it turned into disagreeing with me about well-known facts and research that I would share with her that I learned throughout the day.

I was confused. I wanted to know why she would do that. It was every single day, sometimes 2-3 times in an evening. It didn't matter if it was my opinion or researched facts, the common denominator was me being the one speaking. At first I thought she was just being disagreeable because she worked in a law office, a paralegal, and was trained to look for loopholes and legal technicalities. The more I learned about what she did for a living, the less and less I was convinced that she actually looked for loopholes or anything else. Though well paid, she basically collated papers and filled out government forms for big corporations...

Now… What I learned RECENTLY is that I'm your classic "Nice Guy.' In fact I just read the book, "No More Mr. Nice Guy."

This book, "No more Mr. Nice Guy" might as well have been a biography of my life. I fit almost every single "you know you're Mr. Nice Guy, when..." In fact, I had to read the book twice in a month because I read it so fast the first time, I feared that I would gloss over an important part.

I had heart palpitations while reading this book, I felt anxious like I was having a panic attack. I wanted to make sure the information was solidified in my brain, so I even did a speech on The difference between Nice Guys and Guys that are Nice in my 2nd Toastmaster's speech.. I wanted to know the material so I could save myself from being a "nice guy" and Nice guy behavior. The reason I tell you that.. is this.

When we first got married, I worked from home, so I made dinner every night. I would have dinner ready on the table the minute my wife walked in the door. It was a game to me. Every day, she walked in, she could not have cared less. What she wanted to do to decompress, she had to clean. She was OCD.. big time, but I didn't know that until after we got married. I didn't realize she actually had an affliction, she was major OCD, I thought she just liked to clean.. ha ha - don't ask.

So like a douchebag, I started cleaning AND cooking before she got home... still not good enough. I ended up cleaning for an hour a day sometimes (an already spotless home).. still nothing. I was being classic nice guy. I thought I was the best husband on the planet. Making good money, cooking and cleaning every night - nope not good enough.

One day, she asked me to go into her email to find something for her, I sent it to her, but there was an email with my name in the subject header. I clicked on it and it was an email between HER and one of her friends, making fun of me and denigrating me… I was hurt to say the least - Not just because I was working and becoming successful, cooking and cleaning, but....

Before we got married, we agreed never to speak ill of one another to our friends since our friends would never likely hear how we reconciled our differences, they would only here the "bad things." Both of us, we met because we were both doing relationship seminars and communication seminar, so this type of agreement, though it might sound weird, actually makes sense given those classes we took.
We both agreed. Within 3 months, she had already betrayed that. We agreed again that we wouldn't do it.... this time, I snuck into her email and there it was…. more smack talking. Fucking cunt!!! After all the great things I was doing, increasing my income, starting a business, cooking, cleaning... dumb fucking betraying bitch.

Being a nice guy doesn't give a woman a license to ignore, emasculate, invalidate, and dishonor her boyfriend or husband. This is why, discovering you are a Mr. Nice Guy, is the first step in combating the horrible results of Nice Guy behavior. It isn't a woman's hall pass to kick you in the balls.

Well, it turns out, I did miss a lot of clues. She was 36 when we were married and SHE never had a boyfriend longer than 6 months and all of them cheated on her. When she told me that I was still a white-knight and I thought, "Those guys are just jerks, I'm not like them." Jokes on me.

I fell for the old Catholic Girl Cliché…. she was horrible in bed and I thought that being a catholic, she would loosen up after we got married. My thought was that the catholic guilt would subside in the bedroom after we got married. Nope, wrong again. I also had no idea that one of the guests she invited to the wedding was a former lover of hers. I found that out in front of my daughter when she was 2. Can you believe that?! She was so arrogant and condescending when she told me. Whore and a Cunt…. Now I'm getting riled up.

I could NOT have known about all the family secrets without being in the family, so those were revealed bit by bit over the next several years. It literally took years to put the pieces together. The more I learned, the clearer everything became. But by the time the pieces came together, we had a daughter and I wasn't going to abandon her.

So I stayed married and with a commitment to stay married until my daughter turned 7 years old - the age of reason, the point that a person has a full personality established.

So I waited, unbeknownst to my wife.

I began to understand that this person I was MARRIED TO was not the same person I MARRIED. In a fit of frustration, she said owning my own business and working 12-14 hours per day was a waste because "if we get divorced I'm taking half of your business!" She laughed! This is a woman that wouldn't even bother to help me proofread my blog posts when I asked her. She was an English major... I actually had to outsource proofreading services to an external company. 2 short blog posts per week is all I asked and she wouldn't spend 10 minutes to read them. But she threatened to take half of my business away. I purposely began turning down work to make sure I didn't earn more than she did. My salary purposely dropped for 2 years. I planned well and I had her dissolve my company 6 months before filing for divorce so there was nothing to steal.

In 2006, I made over $100,000 per year, I told her if we sold our condo, I could hire someone for 18 months so i could go out and sell my services, the next year, I would make $200,000 per year. WE could buy a house in the suburbs (like we agreed). All I needed to do is get 4 more clients, which was easily done. At that point I was still motivated, positive and had brushed up on my selling skills. SHE! would have none of it. She wanted all the benefit but none of the sacrifice... I asked a few people if they would take a step back to make an extra $100,000 per year and I never had a person tell me NO.

It was becoming very clear that SHE wanted a condo in the city and she was willing to sacrifice our marriage for it... and she did, ultimately. We agreed in 2004 to only live in the city for 3-5 years.

It has been 12 years so far. It was 9 years when we finally got divorced. The sucky part is that because I will never abandon my daughter, I am forced to live 2 blocks from the condo.

Like that pivotal scene in The Green Mile when John Coffee is telling the story of the little girls and the real murderer used the 2 sister's love against them... my ex-wife knows I won't abandon my daughter. So I'm stuck living in the murder capital of the world, in a shitty apartment... and when my daughter say's when are you going to move out of this apartment, no offense, but its not very nice.

Telling her that all my extra money goes to her and I'll buy a house in a few years doesn't seem to get through to her. my ex-wife just smiles about it. She couldn't be happier.. She got someone to unconditionally love her and a condo in the city.. that is the definition of a CUNT!!!!

A year before my daughter turned 7, I began corresponding with an ex girlfriend. After 5 1.2 years of no or bad sex, I had enough. You can call me what you want…. But I never cheated, never even saw a woman. I typed on a keyboard.

I mean, on two occasions when prompting my wife for sex, she told me to go downstairs and beat off. "Really?" I said. "Remember you said that, remember you said that! She shrugged it off and went upstairs to bed. On many occasions I told her point blank if she didn't start putting out, I'd find someone that would.

She reminded me that I took an oath to god for richer or for poorer; good times and bad. I said, the catholic church will give an annulment for marriages where the woman won't have sex with her husband. She gasped! Still no sex.

In almost 9 years of being married, not one time did SHE initiate sex. You know how women will sort of snuggle up on the couch or come sit next to you, sort of put the moves on you, look up at you with a smirk and a come hither look?…or anything even remotely close to that….. Not one time in 9 years.

I never cheated, never wanted to cheat.. after 6 years, I got tired of being treated like an ATM, I got tired of no attention, no validation, no sexual innuendo…So I typed on my computer with an ex girlfriend all the wonderful things we could do to each other … Oh, they were sexy emails.. all under the knowledge that neither one of us would see each other until I was divorced and she was no longer with her boyfriend. My wife saw the emails and freaked. I laughed when she confronted me. She brought in a friend for backup and screamed, "Get Out!" I laughed! "That's what happens when you withhold sex from your husband for 5 years," I said. We argued for a half an hour in front of her friend, I told her that I warned her for 3 years… you can't withhold sex from your husband for 3 years. It was a scene.

She told her entire family that I cheated on her. She didn't say I typed on a computer or provide some context to the situation, she 100% played the victim… perfectly. I’m not embarrassed for typing… I communicated like an adult… that didn’t work, then I warned her, practically begged her, then typed on my computer.

We talked and talked and believe it or not, our relationship actually improved after that. It wasn't perfect, it wasn't even good, but it improved. We went to counseling. Separately. I went for about 5 months... then she went. Things were perfect! I mean they really improved. But my semi-scientific mind wanted to A/B split test was was really making the difference.

I decided to take a break to secretly test where all the perfection was coming from. I told her I was going to take a few months off, but I would go back after the summer. I wanted to test if it was me going to counseling, her going to counseling or a combination of both of us. So, I stopped going for 3 months and things were still perfect! I mean really perfect. I felt like we got over a very very rough patch.

Then all my symptoms came back… anxiousness, nervousness, a nighttime compulsion to drive for a few hours to get out of the house, scratching at the corners of my mouth, pulling my whiskers out like a freak. I finally put two and two together and realized she wasn't going to counseling anymore and she didn’t bother to tell me.

Me: "How are the sessions going?"
Her "Oh, I stopped going."
Me: You did, huh?
Her: “Yeah, I'm fine.” Me: “You're fine?”
Me: “I can tell you right now that things aren't fine.” Her: "I'm perfect"

That is when I knew, she wasn't committed enough to even talk about it. When I went to counseling things were the same, when she and I went they were perfect, when I stopped going, but she kept going to therapy they were STILL perfect. As soon as she stopped, everything went back to the old way.

My test worked. I'm not perfect and don't claim to be. She was making me crazy by her invalidation, emasculation and covert (not overt) covert passive aggressiveness.

Invalidation: I would quote a study done by NASA and she would disagree with me. That's not an exaggeration, I literally quoted a NASA study to see what she would say... and she flat out just disagreed with the findings. I couldn't say anything that she didn't at least in part disagree with.

One time I told her about a survey done by the PEW Research Institute about Fortune 500 CEOs and some crazy high percentage of CEOs had paper routes when they were kids.

The PEW Research Institute interviewed all the CEOs about their experience having a paper route and they said it helped them understand customer service, managing money, responsibility, waking up early - and how that influenced them in business. Just Google "paper routes CEOS", you'll be amazed.

I mentioned to my wife while her mother was visiting, that it would be a good idea when our daughter was 11 or 12 for her to have a paper route - she laughed it off and said it wasn't true. Her mom, discounted it as well. Nothing I said mattered, let alone my opinions. That's when the pieces started to come together. I'll talk about those pieces in just a bit.

On at least 20 different occasions, I would ask her if she wanted to watch a movie, she said yes after I put our daughter to bed. I would stay up waiting for her to come down stairs to watch a movie --- for 3 years straight she never did.

Almost every night, she would fall asleep in my daughter's room, then come downstairs and say she was tired and was going to bed. Over 1,000 days in a row. Same bullshit. 'I sat here for an hour waiting for you," I would say. It didn't matter.

I bought relationship tapes that I had purchased in college, really good ones. Fantastic educational tapes. They were so good and since we were on our way back up.. I repurchased them on Ebay so we could watch them together - she refused. She didn’t watch a single minute of any tape, ever. I watched them by myself for the first week, every night.

She always had something better to do or she would tell me to wait until our daughter went to sleep but then she would fall asleep, come downstairs tell me she was too tired.

I ended up wasting $150. Within 4 weeks, I threw those relationship and communication tapes in the dumpster. I couldn't figure her out. Why would a woman NOT want to improve their relationship?

I also went to a couple relationship seminars to get out of the funk I thought I was in - no matter. She went to one of them, nothing changed. She never spoke of it again.

I did all this and went 1-2 counseling sessions per week with a psychotherapist for 9 months, which I mentioned earlier - didn't matter. What made a difference was HER going to counseling. I proved that.

I started to learn the family history and deep secrets After spending quite a bit of time with my mother-in-law, as she babysat my daughter or just visited, we got to talking, a lot. At one point, my wife's mother was going through chemo therapy, so she stayed over our house 3 days per week, since we lived near the hospital. That's when I learned a lot about the family history.

Some of those family secrets involved her Dad. All accounts of my wife's dad, he was a great guy, a great story teller, everyone liked him and every member of the family had 5 great stories involving him. Your typical Irish man, smoked and drank and was jolly.

I really liked him, but never got to know him that well I liked him a lot.

I cried when he died and I've had a lot of people die in my life. He was the only person that made me cry. HER mother would tell stories about his dreams of being a radio DJ, doing interviews and the like. He worked in the stock market, but before that he went to school specifically for communications and learned how to be a DJ. He got a job offer to move to Texas - this was in the late 1950s. She said "no." Can you believe that. The 1950s his wife said “no.” Women followed their men, the bread winners back then. She was cutting hair and didn’t want to move. You can think what you want about women’s rights, but when a man can’t follow his dreams and woman keeps him from his dreams, bad things happen.

So my mother in law was not just a controlling bitch, she was a dream killer too. She regretted those decisions later on in life, she would share with us. At one point he pissed off the wrong person at his company and got black balled and couldn’t work in the business anymore. He basically gave up, had to move from the suburbs in a nice house back into a crap neighborhood with HIS Mother-in-law where they stayed for almost 2 decades. He was emasculated, likely depressed and he drank.

All throughout my ex-wife’s high school, her parents fought, while in college she didn’t bother going back home in the summer time – she stayed at school (uncanny). She didn’t want to hear them argue. She learned to NOT have respect for her father, she learned NOT to depend on men.

My ex-wife's father was an unacknowledged alcoholic - and it was serious. He didn't work for years, took an allowance from his wife, smoked and drank while his wife worked her small hairstyle business.

Although a happy drunk, he was still a drunk and later on in life, he became basically a destitute alcoholic. He had a stroke and was pretty much gone after that. He didn't work after the age of about 50 or so.

Some stories told at family gatherings would include how he went out with his friends and would call the next day on the other side of the country in Vegas or Texas but he didn't know how he got there. The whole family would laugh when recalling those stories, but I would listen with a critical ear and think, "does anyone want to acknowledge that your dad was an alcoholic?" That word was never used to describe their father. No one ever said it and I don't believe they ever thought it. He’s Irish, they would say.

Why was I cosmically attracted to this woman?

Now, MY mom wasn't an alcoholic, my dad was not an alcoholic. so I'm wondering what is the deal, what is the connection?

Then I realize one day that my grandfather was an alcoholic and everyone knew it. I didn’t experience much of his rageful antics, but I heard stories. I knew my grandfather was an alcoholic because there were stories about my him beating my grandmother while she was on her deathbed, literally - he was an angry drunk and an asshole.

One time, When my mother was a teenager, my grandfather hid behind the front door while my mother was coming in a tad bit late. She was 17 years old. When she walked in the house, my grandfather punched my mom in the face and broke her jaw. She actually took him to court.. in the 60’s!!! My mom’s father was an angry drunk and my ex-wife's father was a happy drunk. But a drunk nonetheless. THAT was an interesting connection. My wife's father and my mother's father were both alcoholics!

As I'm learning more and more about the in-laws, I realize that my ex-wife's father was not the same man to my ex-wife as to his sons. The boys were much older than my ex-wife, the father didn't hit rock bottom until they were out of the house.

The father had finally hit rock-bottom while she was going through high school and college. My ex-wife would tell me that all they did was argue. That's all she said.

It turns out that she witnessed the death of her father's spirit during her formidable years. He was unable or unwilling to work, taking an allowance from his wife and my ex-wife learned to NEVER depend on men.

Through conversations with my mother-in-law, she told me that her father died when she was 11, the same age I was when both my parents died. She learned never to depend on men, as well. Her mother locked her in the closet with the light off for hours and because of that she could hardly stand to me in an elevator. Even going to the hospital for Chemo treatments, she would get nervous when going in an elevator.

I learned that my mother-in-law learned from her mother never to depend on men.

My wife’s grandmother was a shrew of a woman. Clear mental illness. A mean spirited old wench that would talk smack to her neighbors about her own adult children. She died at 94 or 95, so there was plenty of mental abuse trickling down.

Imagine the actions and looks of Tony Sopranos mother. It was almost identical. We are talking about A lineage of women all learning to despise and NOT depend on men. Now my daughter spends most days with her Mom and I can see her trending that way.

So you can see that there is a history of man hating…. Men loathing, it has to be something like that. But its total and complete invalidation and emasculation of their husbands.

Post Divorce

So now we will get into the post-divorce CUNTINESS. This is when you see the reality of American women. My ex-wife is not a horrible person, just a horrible person to men. She is a great friend, a great sister, a good mother (not great) but good. She was a good daughter and she is one of those people that will send a card to everyone on Christmas and send pictures to relatives (even mine).

It is all a façade. Her mom did the same thing and people thought of her mom the same way. What a great person!! And she is, except to her husband.

I went out to the woods with my 30-06 rifle one day, put the barrel in my mouth, with a 150 grain bullet… safety off. A flood of possibilities entered my head, what I could do, how I could be successful, that my future would not be as bad as being dead. I drove back home and planned the divorce…

In the end, I let HER keep the $325,000 duplex condo with hard wood cherry floors and granite countertops… I let her keep all the furniture. I did not want my daughters "physical space" to be altered. Having daddy move was traumatic enough, I didn't want my daughter's living space to look different, to have her home be altered in any way. I took nothing with me. I didn't go for 50% of any money saved during our marriage… nothing. My ex-wife offered $30,000 during the divorce, I took it no negotiation. She offered it, my attorney told me to take it. I did. I paid my attorney with that money and bought furniture.

I could have taken at least twice that much and would have been justified.
Here's where it gets interesting… and I could literally write a book about this.

Things were going fine. I had a girlfriend (for 3 years we dated exclusively) In 2014, I had a new job lined up, I quit my current job and the job that I had lined up was swept from under me. It was a case of bad timing and backstabbery. I communicated constantly to my ex-wife. But, I was unemployed and I looked for a job intensely for 9 months - every day - interviews, resumes, applications - I came close so many times, but nothing landed. Each week, I was within 1 interview of landing a job, but no job. I didn’t take a part time job because every time I got close to landing a position… a new job was right around the corner every week, every month. But soon reality hit.

I lost my apartment, I had moved to another state to stay with a friend. I had to sell all my furniture for 25% of what I paid for them, my television, bedroom set... all of it. Everything that I owned fit in my car.

I continued to send resumes and interview, now in three cities. I worked part time with my buddy just to eat and get by.

It was a horrendous time. I could tell you about the flat tires, the busted rims, the fear and embarrassment telling my friends and family about sleeping in my car in one of the toughest winters in the city's history. It was a time in my life that changed my entire personality. I am no longer afraid of anything. I lived through a nightmare. The entire time, borrowing money to see my daughter, to drive 3-5 hours back to the city to see my daughter. I slept in my car on Christmas eve 3 blocks from the condo, so I could see my daughter on Christmas day. I slept in my car from December 10th to January 7th… in Chicago! Then lived in my cousin's empty apartment sleeping on the bare floor for a month.

The entire time, I communicated everything to my ex-wife, where I was staying, how the interviews were going, how much each position offered, some of them in the 6 figures. I met with high-level management, dressed in suits, had my portfolio, we talked project management, marketing… the whole time, I was homeless.

Soon, the prospects were getting better, I was hustling my rear-end and it was finally creating opportunities.

Still going on interviews and hustling.

Finally money from an Uncle in Europe came through which I used to pay my old land lord to get my apartment back, we worked out a deal and I finally landed a job.

5 days before my start date, my car was repossessed. I needed $1,400, then I needed another $1,000 for tires and rims – the tires were completely bald and kept going flat + my rim cracked from having so many flat tires.. and you have to get 2 rims, you can’t just replace 1 of them. My girlfriend lent me $2400. I’ve since paid her back $1,000 of it.

The entire time, my ex-wife was smiling and welcoming, just really pleasant... I remember thinking, DAMN, she’s being really cool about all this.

….until I told her I got a job and got my apartment back. She was miserable for the next 6 months.

Now, I don’t really mind if my ex-wife was happy about my circumstances, but it became crystal clear after I got a job and my apartment back that what my ex-wife really wanted me to go away. I have a problem with that. She wanted her daughter to go without a father. I know what it is like to NOT have parents. It’s gut wrenching.

A lifetime of wanting, pain, suffering, wondering, embarrassment when talking to other kids, getting that look of pity from your friends parents, not to mention the trepidation of every you date – wondering if they should bother to take a chance on you.

It’s unbearable pain that I wouldn’t wish on anyone… that’s what that bitch wanted for her daughter.. she wanted total control. I told my ex-wife one time how frustrated I was and I told her I put a gun in my mouth, she told me to kill myself. “Do it!!!” she said and I knew the look on her face… she meant it.

Then she sued me for over $900/ month for the entire time I was unemployed. Within 2 months of starting my job, she had legal papers sent to my work.

Knowing I was unemployed and homeless, she sued me. She didn't ask me to throw in an extra $100 per month, she just sued me. Knowing I’d have to pay for her attorney’s fees. She wanted to punish me.

The judge RAILED ME for being a deadbeat, not caring that I was unemployed because technically I "voluntarily left my position,” which wasn’t the whole story, but she didn’t allow me to elaborate.

I was still liable for the entire child support. The judge literally denied me my right to cross-examine my ex-wife in court to shed light on the lies she spewed in court. She said I never told her I got a job, she found out by my pay stubs. Total lie. The judge (a woman) has a nickname in the cook county court system known as “The Man Eater.” 3 lawyers I talked to knew her to be a cunt, all three of those attorneys were women, too.

Now I owed including her lawyer fees, back pay (which I would have paid if she asked)… I was still trying to pay back the 4 people that loaned me money for tires, rims, food… professional work clothes, the extra money every month for the rest of the deposit for the apartment.

I'm living a financial nightmare and now the ex-wife is happy happy happy cause she got to FUCK me royally. She’s been on 3 scuba diving vacations, sending my daughter to camp in another state, dancing lessons, you name it. She’s living a great life.

Remember this, if they don't fuck you while you're married, you can be guaranteed to get fucked after you divorce them.

Today, I owe my Uncle in Europe $6,000, her attorney $6,000 and my ex-wife $6,000. My car has been repossessed twice in the past 15 months and I still owe my girlfriend $1,400 for helping me get new tires and rims and getting my car out of repo last year. It is devastating. My car as of this moment is parked 3 blocks away in a little hidden cove to keep the repo man from getting it a third time.. It is a race against the paystub every month.

I wanted to be Nice Guy when we were first divorced, paying for a $450 dinner for mother's day with my ex-wife and daughter at one of the best restaurants in the city... I paid on time every time and even while going to court I had never missed a payment while working - I was on time and paid up 20% of my net income and have never missed a payment that was agreed to. Didn't matter - Guilty!!! I was officially a dead-beat in the eyes of the court because I didn't pay while unemployed. The proper paperwork wasn’t filled out, they said. I couldn’t afford it anyway, so what was I supposed to do?

Now... I'm struggling. But I wanted my story out there and there is more to come, I think. I have a lot of info to pass down to all the men out there. Learn from my story... do your research on your girlfriends family. If you choose to get married, get a prenup, no matter if you have money or not. It is not what you're making, it's your potential earnings that matter... when you're 40 you might have a viable business or have saved enough for a home or you might have a home in a good neighborhood. Protect yourself. Women will turn into cunts, they are trained to be that way through friends or family. They have no sense of fairness - they are pure unadulterated cunt.

For the sake of my daughter, I still buy my ex-wife Valentines Day presents, Birthday presents and Christmas presents. Only to keep my daughter from 90% of the animosity. It is tough to swallow all of this rage, but I try.

If you made it all the way through this, I appreciate your time.. I had to get this out... it has been eating at me for well over a year.

Peace!