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| Letter to V |
| 03.31.04 (11:29 pm) |
Dear Bärchen,
So, it's come to the point where you refuse to talk to me. You never answer your phone, and instead let your nephew answer. My solicitor is very surprised that your complaint warranted an AVO. He doubts that it will even make it to court, and he is certainly trying to prevent it. People like you should be punsihed for misusing the legal system. The same applies to your weird claim of legal aid, which you will be required to pay back as soon as the courts know about your properties.
You have started this war. You are at fault. You will lose this war, because you are hypocritical liar.
I'm not angry with you. I am not upset with you. I do spend some time crying and hurting about the things you do, but mainly when it comes to the kids, and to me being broke all the time. Sure, it bothers me that the banks are chasing me for money, but I know they do because you are refusing to pay your share of your debts.
I understand that you are just trying to show me your Christian example. Lying, cheating, betraying, not submitting yourself to your husband and of course turning the kids against me and stealing my money, are all your Christian traits. I guess you will pay for them later, when you stand before your judge. I so hope that your wishes come true and Jesus does return and I hope he won't even look at you.
You can go and send your sister home, too, with all her false advise. She is just as much a hypocrite as you are. And your mum? Where should I start?
I remembered somethign this afternoon. I remember where we got the money for the car from. I'm not going to be able to tell you or I am in breach of court orders. I won't. I have a solicitor, who I have to pay to talk to you.
Sure, you want to make it as expensive as anyway possible. You are trying to hurt me anyway possible. How do you hypocritical Christians say... Live by the sword die by the sword. Well, go ahead and die. Just sink into the ground and leave me alone with the kids. That's all I have for you. Hate, and disgust. You disgust me.
You claim you were a loving wife? You were a piece of ice. You never made an effort in our marriage. It was all just me holding on to you cold bitch. The amount of times you've rejected me, all the times you puhse dme away. The amount of times you pushed my hands from your skin becuase I wasn't content with just fucking you. I wanted love. You were never able to give it. There is no love in that hypocritical lying heart of yours. You are deceptive. You make yourself look so pious, but you are a heartless bitch.
Your rule is over. All the stones you are throwing in my direction will bounce off and hit you back harder than you think.
Fuck you.
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| The Day My World Changed - Maybe |
| 03.30.04 (11:34 pm) |
Sitting here with blueberry cheesecake between my appointment with my solicitor and my weekly volleyball session, I'm pondering life. Why write on a blog? I have a number of blogs on different blog sites. Some have followers, some haven't. This here will be my little world away from the world. I live online. I breathe online. Reality is a mere necessity, but online is my truth.
This afternoon I spend $200. That is, I sat and spoke to my new solicitor for one hour. He promised me the blue from the sky and to get me my money, but I'm more cautious. I've heard promises before.
Let's keep track of it shall we. Today's promise - and he himself admitted it was ambitious and a little high - is $148,000. I don't want that much. I want to get out without debt, and free. If I can pay my legal eagles and retain my superannuation, I'm happy to withdraw and walk away.
Divorce sucks.
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