So I was the financial provider. I put myself through school on loans and two internships. I paid off the loans. I worked on my career. I chased the raises. I read the books. I subscribed to professional magazines. I woke up at 4:00 am because I was late on a deliverable. I got the raises.

I was also the better parent. I taught my kids pretty much everything they know. I taught them the alphabet. I taught them to brush their teeth. She firmly opted out of a lot. I mean, she screamed when I tried to tell her she should also help brush their teeth and teach them. She did some things. But it amounted to a small sum. It was mostly me. I packed the diaper bag. Dot dot dot to the future. I threw the birthday parties. I enrolled them in sports. I paid for their college.

I bought a house essentially on my own. She just dictated the area. She wanted my kids to go to her old high school. That forced a condo when I really wanted a detached in another area.

I never cheated.

We fought over her lack of input. She just didn't feel the need to contribute. I was handling everything and that was fine by her.

She was content. I was not. And she leveraged divorce as a power play. I don't think she understood how bad things were for me. Or she didn't care. Probably the latter.

She worked but earned a meager salary. It was office admin stuff. She was happy being the center of attention and being the gateway to the boss' ear. It made her feel important despite having an unlivable paycheck. Coworkers would come back from Sweden or whereever with a small carved chunk of wood for her. She loved that. I think she felt like M in a bond movie. Kind of there. Calling the shots. Important. But no one quite knows what she does. She spent her salary completely on herself.

I filed for divorce. And now she's angry. She's tried to get the police involved. They said nope. She opened a PO box and says that's the only way I can contact her. She'll gladly let $50,000 evaporate as long as she doesn't need to deal with me. I can't strategize on home sale or savings or anything else because contact is too much for her.

She's made fake warnings to her boss and security. I can't imagine why. I'm 100% NC. She's sent more stuff via USPS to me than I've sent to her PO Box.

The anger is contagious. It's a conspiracy of women who are angry at me. She brought in a lot of new faces. Randoms. The attacks circle back to me and are far from kind. I am enemy #1 in dramas around work (we both work at the same university). I seem to be the man of the hour in a notorious way. Most have never met me.

I don't spend a lot of time on social media or put any emphasis on it at all. But when I do look, I'm front and center in pretty nasty comments. She makes a huge deal about her name change. That got a celebration cake.

I found my car vandalized just recently. I had seen her at work earlier that day. We were across the parking lot. When I left work later that day, I had a blade in my tire. There's nothing to tie it back to her. And it's an easy enough fix. My best option was to simply fix it and forget about it. There's been no vandalism since.

What has happened to society? This is NOT how the women's liberation movement should have gone.