A friend called me recently to tell me that my ex-husband
had posted some lies about me on one of his pages somewhere. When I refused to
look it up, because basically I don’t care what it said, she emailed me the
contents. My response was “So what? He’s delusional. I knew it when I was
married to him.” She couldn’t believe that I wouldn’t even defend myself even
though I have the resources to do so. In order to shut her up, I’m posting
this. My rebuttal, if you will, to his defamation of my so-called character.
You can probably tell already that I really don’t take this
seriously. I don’t want to know what website he posted it on, who would read
what he posted or what is going on in his life. I’m not one of those people who
stalks others on the internet. Not interested enough. To be honest, I am happy
he’s getting on with his life. That means he won’t try to be in mine. What I
don’t understand is why the post that he put up, which I’m told is supposed to
be about who he is, is basically all about me. Whatever.
He (the ex-husband) says that I hate him because “it’s all
his fault.” First and foremost, I hate no one. Even if they deserve it. Second,
yes it was. Mostly.
He (the ex-husband) worked so much for us to have a good
life. I tend to remember that I worked as well. I made pretty good money. And
life was not so good. Because it’s not about money.
He (the ex-husband) came home from work one afternoon to an
empty house and a note saying he was no longer loved. First and foremost, all I
took was my personal belongings, my daughter’s personal belongings and my
grandson’s stuff. I left in a Honda CRV, for crying out loud. Not too much
would fit in there. The house was far from empty, as is inferred. The note didn’t
say anything about love. It was actually quite tender and thought provoking. OK,
not really but it didn’t say he was no longer loved.
He (the ex-husband) has spent the last three years searching
for the pieces of his shattered heart and trying to find out what he did to
deserve this. First of all, waaaaah. How melodramatic. Second, umm, maybe being
drunk for quite a few years, along with vulgar and abusive…that may have had
something to do with it. It's possible.
He (the ex-husband) is now in love with the most amazing,
beautiful and obnoxious woman in the world. I can only say good for him. Woo.
Hoo. Seriously, I am happy for him. And I promise not to look her up and tell
her things I wish I had been told…
He (the ex-husband) had 16 years of lying, 16 years of pain
and 16 years that I took from him. Really? Wow! That’s a lot of years.
He (the ex-husband) would like to thank me (the “x wife”, as
he spells it) for showing him what love isn’t. Ok…your welcome?
He (the ex-husband) will rise up and change mistakes into
gold. He (the ex-husband) will rise up and erase his mind of dark memories. I
really don’t have anything to say about this one. Not because I’m at a loss for
words or anything but because there simply are no words.
In conclusion (I’ve always wanted to do a post that I could
use that phrase in, kinda like an attorney), I remember things a bit
differently. But he always did see things from another point of view. He (the
ex-husband), I think, should be thanking me from the bottom of his heart that I
am no longer around. And I’m sure he is.
And that, my friend, is all I have to say in defense of my
worthless self. The sweeping up of my shattered reputation. The drying of my
bitter, angry tears…sob. My self-esteem, at an all time low, is starting to
recover. I must now get back to more important things, like living my life.
