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Be Prepared for the Worst!

June 19, 2008

In the Spring of 2003, one of my brothers purchased a motorcycle. It was something I had always wanted to do and just never had the motivation to do it. At that point, I became intrigued. I read a lot classified ads. I had a long-time motorcycle riding buddy teach me how to ride that fall, just to see if I really wanted to do it. The guy put me on his $10,000+ motorcycle, told me a few tips, and just told me to “do it.” I nearly crapped my pants. I nearly wrecked it once. However, like a father teaching a son how to take his first bicycle ride, JD was patient and brave. In less than 30-minutes, I knew how to handle his big bike. He was proud like a poppa, too.

Still, I was in no financial position to purchase a bike of any consequence and resigned myself to the fact that it would be some time before I would ever become so. Still, I “window shopped” the classifieds always dreaming that the day would come.

Fast forward to New Year’s Day 2004. EE, my then father-in-law, approaches me during idle chit-chat and tells me a long-time friend of his was selling a motorcycle. He was trying to get $4,000 for it (which was a very good price given the condition and the fact that it had less than 900-miles on it), but would sell it to him (EE, that is) for $3,000 firm. Fact is, I didn’t have $3,000 to spend on a motorcycle. Still, talking about motorcycles and the story behind why this guy was selling such an amazing bike made for a really great time that New Year’s Day. I had fun! That is, until the ride home with PEW.

Everything is quiet, kids are asleep in the back seat, and she launches into a tirade about me buying the motorcycle and “If you buy that fucking motorcycle our marriage is over! I can’t believe you’re going to buy a motorcycle!” That’s the cliff’s notes version. After sitting there and calmly listening for a few minutes, I snapped, yelling at her, “SHUT UP! I’M NOT BUYING A GODDAMNED MOTORCYCLE!!! YOUR FATHER AND I WERE SIMPLY TALKING ABOUT MOTORCYCLES!!! I HAD A GOOD DAY SO SHUT THE HELL UP AND DON’T RUIN IT!!!” I mean I yelled about as loud as I could. (Somehow, the children never stirred.) She shut up for the rest of the ride home.

Christmas week was quiet, almost enjoyable, but not due to any interaction with PEW. Quite the contrary, there was a lack of interaction and a complete lack of drama. I didn’t buy her a single thing and of course, she reciprocated with the same nothing, which was nothing new for her. She made up for it the first week of the New Year.

During the next day, there was a discussion. I don’t remember the particulars, but I do remember telling her something like I have never bought myself anything during our entire relationship “just for me.” We got new cars everytime you didn’t like something about the last. We moved because you demanded it. We got stuff for the house on your command. I’ve bought you jewelry, clothes, collectibles, you name it. You even hocked the engagement ring I bought you so that you could spend on yourself. Me? I haven’t once bought a single thing of any substance JUST FOR ME. Even though we are not in any position for me to spend three-grand for a motorcycle, IF I wanted to, I believe I deserve it. I’ve done some great things for you and our family and damn it – I deserve to get something just for me that has absolutely not a frigging thing to do with you!

I don’t remember if it was a heated argument or not. My recollection is that there was probably some snide remark on her part and I had a controlled “vent” on her regarding how I felt about her attitude regarding a purchase that was never going to happen. The next day, 1/3/2004, I got this in a handwritten letter:


LM,

After last night, I thought about some of the things you said. I have to tell you that I am shocked at some of the things you have said.

First of all, I do NOT have a spending problem. If you have $3Gs for a bike, that’s great. But I do not buy anything that is NON essential. You are free to go to the MC website and look at an itemization. You, on the other hand, have fans, cigars, a large CD collection, Hess trucks, video games, etc. etc. I, on the other hand, have 3 dolls. I do not have fine clothing. I don’t get my hair cut, my nails done. You have a tattoo and have been talking about getting another.

As far as the “grand” things you claim you have done, I’m almost speechless. I have had a part in all of that. I have WORKED prior to having the kids. I worked after having the kids. I will work for the rest of my life. How dare you! You have the last 10-years of my life absolute hel! If the credit card thing makes you leave, GREAT!

You are a MEAN, MEAN SELFISH PERSON. You have screamed in my face, gotten physical with me, nagged me, criticized me, denied me the pleasure of picking my own furniture, you made shopping for a home a nightmare.

Don’t get me wrong. Though I do love you because you’re funny, a great father, and when you are not bipolar, you’re a great person. Like, I can’t tell you how great Christmas week was. If you were like that all the time, I could actually STAND you. But you’re up to your old shit again. You want a motorcycle and you want me to say, “great honey, you deserve it.” Well, it ain’t gonna happen unless you drastically change. If you were as sweet as you acted Christmas week, all the time, that is what I’d say, but the fact is you have been horrible to me. So, I ain’t saying you deserve it. Not now. If you want to try to be nice until spring, maybe I’ll change. Otherwise, buy a cycle and be prepared for the WORST.

I don’t need a diamond, I just want you to be a little more stable and less bitchy. As far as threatening divorce, it’s not really a joke. I’m not in a great position right now. It would be nice if we could be married forever, but honestly, I don’t see it because of your constant negativity and the fricking nagging. As far as I am concerned you are unpredictable. I need the credit card just in case you pull any of your old shit!

Happy New Year!

~PEW

P.S. – If we sold our house and parted, I could pay off my credit card.


I didn’t write her back. If I did, it probably would have looked that this:

Paragraph 1/2 – She’s full of shit, as usual. She did get her hair done regularly and occasionally got her nails done. As for the list of things that she claims I bought – almost everything on the list were things acquired for re-sale on eBay, which I did as a “part-time job” of sorts and to help to have some extra mess-around cash available, which she usually messed-around with. The “large CD collection” existed long before I ever met her. At the time, I think I could count on 1-hand how many CDs I purchased during our relationship (for me, that is). The tattoo that I got – I got approximately 5-years earlier, honoring the birth of our first son. It was supposed to be a birthday gift from her to me that never materialized, so I just bought it for myself. (For the record, I didn’t get a second one, honoring the birth of S2, until well after we split.)

Paragraph 3 – She’s full of shit, as usual. PEW never made a contribution to the mortgage unless it was an emergency-type situation, which was RARE. She was responsible for the following: 1 – Tuition for the children because as a stay at home mom, I didn’t feel that it was a necessary expense. It was just a way for her to get out of caring for the children for several days a week while constantly claiming she was with them “24/7.” 2 – Her own car gas, which I probably filled more than half of the time anyway. 3 – Groceries. 4 – Co-pays for doctor visits if she took the kids or herself. Her own clothing, accessories, etc. That’s it. I took care of the mortgage, my own car gas, all of the insurances (health, auto, home, both of our life policies – all insurance), I still food shopped probably 1/3 – 1/2 the time, auto maintenance… in short – everything else that wasn’t on her list and still a portion of some that was on her list. The biggest thing she “contributed” to in our relationship was D-E-B-T. She never had to account for her spending or what she did with her money, even when she was working full-time. When I did call her on it (in the last post) – she lied and then I’d point out to her about that spending problem she doesn’t have.

Paragraph 5 – Projection. Enough said.

Paragraph 6 – Is just creepy. The funny thing is – what she is essentially saying without realizing it is that if I just ignored and avoided her “all the time” – everything would be great! Aside from parental interaction related to the children, it was quiet and calm. She also tosses out the “do this and maybe I’ll change” control technique.

Paragraph 7 – Projection. Reading it again now, I have to laugh at her closing with “Happy New Year.” Psycho. “If we sold OUR house…” OUR house? You mean the house which I owned prior to meeting her, was chock-full of pre-marital equity, and to which she contributed NOTHING financially – “we split.” And you wonder why I feel scammed and worse – I let it all happen.


Afterthought… several months later (after the divorce filing), I would come into the money necessary to purchase that motorcycle that EE’s friend was selling. I’ve kept it a secret all this time, but perhaps when I reach that point in this timeline, I’ll disclose it. To best of my recollection, only DW and the person who helped to make it happen know the details. It was brilliant, imaginative, and perhaps a slight bit devious – but the irony of the outcome… is great.

The Beginning of the Never End

June 17, 2008

Christmas 2003 itself was relatively uneventful, though, it wasn’t without the annual pre-holiday drama which really starting the ball rolling towards the filing for divorce in early 2004. I was beginning to “shut-down” (sort of) in that I just avoided interacting with her in any capacity because the end-result would be chaos.

Rather than debate about things via email or over instant-messaging, when the latest round of things that were bothering her cropped up, I told her I wouldn’t hear of them unless she put them in writing as recommended by a previous counselor. That way, there were no volume issues and there hopefully would be no issues where she could go on an unrelated tangent. It was 12/3/2003.

I’ve whacked-up this handwritten exchange to make it easier for you to follow. She listed 4 things she had issues with. I would respond. Rather than lay them all out in a big bunch with my response, I’ll do each issue individually and my response.


PEW writes:

#1 – I don’t feel like you really care about me based on your actions the other day with regard to the party. S1 was not sick. He was excited about going to [your niece’s] party. It was one hour. I was up all night with S2 and I had to work. It sure seems selfish to me.

LM replies:

I’m sorry you feel that way. As I explained to you during our verbal discussion on this topic, my choice not to go was based on 2 things – I was up as well and I was tired. Additionally, while you believe otherwise, I felt S1 shouldn’t go to the party due to his being sick. He was diagnosed on Friday. It was Sunday. While he was excited for the party, it wasn’t appropriate to expose others to his illness as well. As he acquired a high fever and was vomiting half the night after the party, it is clear that I was correct.

Furthermore, I told you that you shouldn’t go and you chose to. You claim I “don’t care about you” because I didn’t take S1, but you forgot the following:

1 – You had the option to stay home. I didn’t “make” you go anywhere.

2 – I chose to stay home with a very sick S2, and while taking care of him, managed to do 5 loads of wash, too, among other small housework chores.

You – Party. Me – Stay home with a sick S2.

That doesn’t seem very selfish to me.


PEW writes:

#2 – On Thanksgiving, you could have handled yourself differently. You made a scene whether or you believe it or not. There were 8 people there that can attest to that. I’m tired of going to family functions and having to worry about if someone is going to rub you wrong. You see my family so infrequently that you could overlook my sister’s annoying comments.

LM replies:

On Thanksgiving, as detailed during our verbal discussion, your sister repeatedly needled me about being “cheap,” and refused no fewer than 3 respectful requests that I not be part of your family’s pollyanna. After the 5th wisecrack about my being cheap, in an exasperated voice – I told your sister (again) that it had nothing to do with money (emphasis on “do”).

Now, you first acknowledge that she was needling me, then disavowed any knowledge of her needling me. I can’t help that. However, when I firmly expressed that it was not about money, she stopped poking fun at me.

I see your family several times each month, so I have no clear understanding of your claim that it’s infrequent, nor do I see the relevance of this (non)issue. I kindly expressed my desire to not join pollyanna no fewer than 4 times.


PEW writes:

#3 – I went out tonight to get a coat and I felt like you were busting on me for being gone so long. Then when I got back you came downstairs and left me to get the boys ready for bed, as if “you were done.” I was at my wits end with S2 after ALL DAY.

LM replies:

I’m sorry for the misunderstanding. You, having previously laughed at my jokes about you “stepping out” – I thought you knew I was kidding and I will not joke like that again.

As for “leaving you” to get the boys ready for bed, it was nothing that wouldn’t have been remedied with a simple call upstairs.

Remember now, after retrieving the groceries from the car, assisting with unpacking and putting them all away, you gave the boys a snack and were talking on the phone. As that was going on, I went down to check email and reply to some. All you had to do was call me and, as I always do, I would have come running.

As I have previously expressed to you – just call if you need me. It’s a far better option than not and being mad at me for not being a mindreader. Too often, there is an expectation of knowledge followed by your anger, all of which can be avoided by talking and communicating.


PEW writes:

#4 – Money is going to be an issue at Christmastime. I can’t afford all the gifts, groceries, and tuition, and copays on my meager salary and I’m always afraid to approach you about it because it seems like you think I should be able to afford everything. Like the boys could use dress shoes for the holidays. I could use some clothes, too.

I’m tired of everything being work work work for me and never getting anywhere

LM replies:

If money is going to be tight, then we are going to have to check our spending this holiday season. While I do have certain expectations that you could handle your gas, groceries, and other necessities (clothes for you/kids) and what-not – there is NO accounting for your money. You work, conservatively, 16-hours per week and should be bringing home roughly $160-$200/week. That’s somewhere around $700 per month conservatively. That should take care of a bunch of stuff, meanwhile, your credit card is over $2,000 (at least, the last time I saw a statement) and you want to spend money we clearly don’t have.

You can’t have it both ways. I’ve been after you to work with me on a budget for years to no avail. You want to have and spend and do more with no responsibility for doing what is within our means.

If you need me to cover things for which you feel “solely” responsible, you have to let me know. But you also have to understand that things need to change, WE need to spend more responsibly, and do it now – not after “charging” the holidays – which is what you told me you were going to do and “there was nothing” I could do to stop you.

Again – YOU NEED TO COMMUNICATE.


PEW writes:

Okay, so let’s say that I get $700/month. That is $400 to groceries per month. $220 per month for tuition. $60-$80 on baby sitting. $80 per month for gas. Where does the accounting come in? That is OVER my earnings.

I am communicating that I am going to buy gifts for people. In lieu of cash that I don’t have, I WILL charge. Just lettin’ you know.

P.S. $100 worth of groceries is nothing. It isn’t even a full cart!

LM replies:

For the record, I said $700 was a conservative estimate. Most, if not all, of the time you work 3-days per week and less frequently – more than even that. At 20-hours per month it’s $900/month. At 24-hours, it’s almost $1,100/month.

Previously, I’ve NEVER asked for you to account for your spending. The ONE TIME I’ve seen a credit card statement from you, I asked that you “keep it in check. because it went from $300 to $2,000 in 3-months – all while working these hours.

Just know this – the more you charge – the less we can afford to do. That’s on you. I believe you make more than $700/month, but in addition to never seeing a credit card statement from you – I’ve never seen a paystub, either.

I can work on creating a budget with you – if YOU’RE willing. Just so we’re clear, based upon the work calendar in the kitchen – here is how much you’ve brought home the last 5-months: $1,164. $1,164. $1,248. $1,248. $1,081. You’re also slated to make around $1,200 this month. “So let’s say,” eh?


Did I mention pathological liar, too? She was so busted it wasn’t even funny, acting like the poor, put-upon destitute hard-working wife who only brought home $700/month. She even took the extra step of showing me how the things for which she was responsible exceeded her monthly take-home income of “$700.”

You would be right if you guessed that exposing her for lying ended this paper discussion right in it’s tracks. The thing that astounds me to this day is that in addition to her take-home income – there would be discovered the small matter of in excess of $5,000 in credit card charges over the last 6-months of 2003. So… she spent $12,000 in 6-months and literally had NOTHING to show for it.

As for the Thanksgiving complaint – she was wrong about that, too. Her oldest brother and both sisters-in-law, after the fact, told me that I showed great restraint and that PP had no business badgering me like that and… “she deserved worse.”

As for the other issues – no need to comment on them for this post – my replies are self-explanatory, if wasted on THE PEW.

Laying Out My Suspicions in a 2002 Letter

March 31, 2008

3-days after the instant-message discussion detailed in the Christmas 2001 Ejection post, I had given her a typewritten letter with the header “Emotional Problems.” On the advice of the counselor we had seen earlier the prior year, since we couldn’t talk to one another about issues, we were to write them down. I allude to a letter from her which I apparently no longer have. I am curious as to its specific content, but it appears from my reply that addressed whatever it is she brought up. While it wasn’t the first time I had suggested that she may have bipolar disorder, it would be the first (and I think only) time I laid out my case for exploring the possibility in such detail. This is from 1/6/2002.

It’s long. Forgive the rambling nature and any spelling issues. The only changes made below were to eliminate names and locations as appropriate. Admittedly, I broke it up into better paragraphs (if not perfect) to make it easier to read.

Emotional Problems:

My belief that you may have a condition that is similar to your brother/sister are based on the facts that the things I have experienced and witnessed are, with little question in my mind, parallel to the experiences we’ve seen with your siblings. I did not tell you this without giving it a great deal of thought. I didn’t tell you this to be malicious. I didn’t tell you this in an effort to “set you up” with the intention of taking the children from you, which brings me to my first symptom:

Paranoia:

I have been a party to your paranoia on several different occasions, the above being the most recent example.

Example #2 I can recall was a night not long ago when we were in “crisis,” when you came out of the bedroom and asked me “who were you on the phone with?” Repeatedly, I told you that I hadn’t even picked up the phone and you didn’t believe me. I told you to hit redial and see, which you wouldn’t do, and yet for 2-days, you still accused me of having been on the phone talking with somebody – via argument – despite having every opportunity in the world at the moment in question to see that I wasn’t on the phone with anybody.

Example #3 – The “invention.” Despite using my work bonus to help cultivate the idea, there was no appreciation. I support this endeavor 100%. When I tried to use my experience to offer ideas on how to enhance the plan, you became enraged. During what I recall as a week’s worth of argument from you, you accused me of things like “trying to steal the idea” — “trying to take all of the credit” — “trying to get all of the recognition.” You made these horrible accusations despite the fact that I had told family and friends (all of them) that this was your wonderful idea and we were really going to try and make it work. I got into trouble for trying to assist you and you told me to stop. Then, when I played the hands-off role, the entire summer went by and nothing was done on the project. You then started a few-days-long argument about how horrible I was for NOT helping you.

Example #4 – Accusations of being a druggie – which included (when you made your first accusation) regular use of marijuana, use of cocaine, and accusations of being an “alcoholic.” You made these accusations without justifying it with any classically accepted indications for what signs are of drug abuse. You brought home a drug test, which I took approximately 24-hours after first refusing, having refused because I was so angry at the allegation.

Example #5 – Accusing me of taking “masking agents” after I refused to take the test the previous night, despite the fact that I home all day, except for going to dinner with my brothers for a couple of hours. Those are just a few and while as dramatic as the experiences we’ve seen amongst others, still parallel the signs of those we know.

Example #6 – Your inability to accept the gift-certificate to the salon because you were paranoid about their “upscale” clientele and how you weren’t deserving and wouldn’t go there because people would “look at you” and similar strange excuses. There are other instances, too.

Wild highs and lows regarding your mood:

Gift-giving – embarrassingly, I truly cannot recall but maybe one gift-giving event that went without a fight from you. You don’t like: the engagement ring (despite the fact that you picked it out), started prolonged fight over the diamond anniversary band I got, last Christmas was ruined for weeks/months because rather than appreciate the fact that I got you everything that you wanted, I also got gift certificates for maternity massages at a facility that came with a recommendation from your obstetrician. Christmas was again a disaster, and you started several fights over the coming months about how “inconsiderate” it was of me to get you that gift as you didn’t feel you would want a stranger to massage you “in that condition.”

You started a fight with me on Valentine’s Day 2001 because I didn’t write you a poem, this, despite the fact that we weren’t in the best of situations after only a couple weeks earlier having a bad time during the January incident.

You started several fights which lasted for as long as a week when you wanted to be engaged. Despite knowing for months in my mind that I was going to ask for your hand in marriage on my birthday in 1996, you ruined New Year’s, Valentine’s Day, and other days with no significance that year because I didn’t ask you when you wanted me to ask you. I can even recall telling you that I would tell you when I was going to ask for your hand in marriage if you wanted, because I did have a plan, which you didn’t believe. You felt I was just stringing you along (also fits with paranoia).

The fact that after years of experiencing it, we would actually joke between ourselves for you to never tell me how “great a father” I was or “how much you loved me” because we BOTH realized that within 24-48 hours of your doing so, I would allegedly do or say something or “have a look” on my face and you would proclaim me some of the most horrible things anyone has ever said to me.

Christmas morning, after giving you two very nice gifts which I thought you would really like and writing you a heart-felt love not, you hugged me, kissed me, and told me how wonderful I was. Within hours, the look on your face had changed and when I asked you what was wrong, you commenced to berate me about my getting you the “wrong” gifts and how much I spent on you being “too much.” You rare accept gifts graciously – especially from me, but from others, too. It is as though you cannot accept the generosity from others because you believe that you aren’t deserving or something.

When I stated that I was not interested in attending the wedding shower for your brother and his fiancee, you immediately launched into a top-of-your-lungs scream session over how wrong I was for not being interested in going to a shower.

Claiming I beat my ex-wife without any honest concept of when and how our relationship deteriorated, and making wild claims about our life together – and also threatening to call her to discuss the matter whenever you are upset with me.

Threatening Behavior:

Not so much physically, but other ways… threatening to leave, threatening to divorce, threatening to take the kids, threatening to sic various family members or me, threatening to run up the credit cards, threatening to take the time to pursue a relationship, including sexual, with somebody else because you “deserve to be happy” – this despite the fact that we’re married.

Irrational Behavior:

An inability to take truly constructive criticism or give credence to any idea or tyring something out on my request, but an expectation that you can do same without problem.

I can’t recall ever making a parental suggestion or expressing concern over an issue involving the children without your starting a days-long fight. Starting a week-long fight over the fact that I asked for us to try putting a triple dresser in S1’s room and if it really didn’t work, I could remove it.

ANY time I make a suggestion that doesn’t meet with your approval, you toss barbs at me like “oh, and you’re the expert father” and claiming that I have no right because “I don’t spend as much time with them as you do.”

At my request that you take a look at two houses outside of your comfort zone on the possibility that they may strike you as good – you starting a week’s long fight which culminated in your having a meltdown in front of your own mother in which you called me horrible names and again – threatened divorce. All this, despite giving consideration to a great many areas of living that were outside of my comfort zone and within areas that were of interest to you.

After breaking my rear-end to install a fence that you wanted installed right away, it taking me one weekend longer than I anticipated, not one word of appreciation or congratulations on the job I did. Instead, a weekend-long tirade about how “inconsiderate” and “what a fucking cheap asshole” I was for not paying an additional $1,200 or so dollars to have the fence installed by the fence company. Why? Because you had to spend “so much time watching the children” while I broke my back doing good work on something you wanted installed right away.

Despite dozens of requests that you not call me in work to fight on the phone, you repeatedly fail to heed the requests and call me and leave me messages that are almost identical in tone and veracity as those your sister has left with us, and apparently (if the stories are true) – other people.

Your repeatedly claiming that you can’t get a word in edgewise – even in your very letter, despite the fact that – the only time I interrupt you is when you start calling me the filthy, vile names which you are prone to do, and/or you bring into the discussion matters which are not relevant to the situation at hand. If you don’t call me names, point fingers in my face, and at my nose, maintain a reasonable level of volume (not screaming), we can discuss any matter you wish without interruption from me. However, I will always cut you off when you start calling me fucking asshole, impotent fuckers, asshole, fucking faggot and gay, bringing my relationship with my ex-wife into the discussion.

Despite your fear that I may be correct in my beliefs, the parallels are quite close, and in many cases – identical to those we know have such a condition. Combine all of the alleged symptoms with the fact that the condition is genetic, and two of your siblings already have it, the possibility exists that I may be correct. Now, despite your belief that I bring this up maliciously – it is simply not the case. The fact that I love you so very much and am willing to go through these struggles and hope that we can find out if my assessment is true means a lot to ME, if nobody else. The reason I am unwilling to just “walk away” from this marriage is that I think that things can be fixed and you have to dig deep and take the risk of finding out if it is true. If it is, it can be treated and I think would go a long way towards combating all of these symptoms that I believe point to the condition. Together, counseling has never been given a chance, because you just cannot seem to handle the fact that when the counselor intimates something that is not to your liking – you quit. It happened in the fall of 2001. During the spring/summer sessions that we attended together (2 of them) you were all over the place and the counselor suggested you continue to see your counselor and we would come back together, which never occurred. We’ve never had any appreciable, constructive time TOGETHER in counseling for you to base your claim of “it hasn’t worked.”

Christmas Presents Specifically:

It was a mess because you couldn’t control your anger. Your belief that you were getting the ring is patently false, because we discussed the fact that you threw out the Macy’s circular and I was unwilling to take a guess as to which ring it was and that I was definitely NOT getting it for your for Christmas. You knew this two weeks in advance, and we discussed getting it for you for Valentine’s Day so that you could show me exactly what you wanted. Why? Because I know that if I got the wrong one (as we’ve previously experienced with both the engagement ring and the anniversary band) if it wasn’t the right time or the right one – you would have started another war over it. Any claim to the contrary by you is simply a false one.

As for the gifts I did get you – #1 The [Name Deleted] Gift Pack was STRONGLY recommended by your sister as “I must get this” for you. She made no bones about how much you allegedly loved it. Obviously, her recollection was incorrect. However, I make no apologies for the effort. I believed I had it on good authority and it was a worthwhile gift. That said, instead of graciously acknowledging the effort and telling me I was wrong, you started a fight.

#2 – The gift certificate to the salon was based upon our incessant complaining through the fall about things like “not being able to get your hair done” and “how much you would like to occasionally get your nails done’ and on others informing about how much you would like to “get a massage.” Based on those experiences, the gift certificate covered any combination of several of those options which you have previously “wished” you could get done. Then, you come up with an excuse to fight about that one claiming that you “don’t feel comfortable” amongst the upscale clientele, and that I was wrong to get you that, again – instead of graciously saying “thanks but no thanks” like reasonable gift-receivers do. You again opted to start a fight and effectively destroy our holidays again. I make no apologies for the logic behind getting you the gift.

#3 – As for the “amount of money I spent” – your claim that you wanted the rings means that I spent exactly $40 more than it would have cost me for the ring when you factor in the tax. So, despite your claim to the contrary, it simply isn’t the case and I cannot conceive of a reason for you to act as ungrateful as you did on this or any other gift-giving occasion where I am concerned.

#4 – Considering how much you were able to spend on all of your recipients for Christmas, your questioning my expenditures for you is unfair. You got to spend with little or no question, just asking that you be cautious because things would be “close” this month. I never, ever said that we weren’t going to be able to pay the mortgage in January. I simply stated that we must be cautious about what we spend to ensure that would could pay the mortgage. Including the few hundred I spent on you, we did perfectly and were able to pay the mortgage. Again, your recollection of events is false. In fact, I used up our entire PayPal reserve to ensure that you wouldn’t feel like you slighted any of your gift recipients. I never said word-on about what you spent, on whom it was spent, or why it was spent. A consideration that I never get, not even when the person I buy gifts for is you.

Christmas Day and your brother making fun of S1’s head and ears:

While you and your family continue to harp on the fact that I kindly asked [brother], “Please don’t make fun of my kids” after 5 separate comments about his head and ears, the fact remains that what was wrong occurred when a 30-year old felt compelled to make fun of a 3-year old and now you and your family justify it in any number of ways. I sympathize greatly with what your family has gone through in recent months. I’ve done my part to help whenever I could. However, using that as an excuse to look the other way with regard to what [brother] did on Christmas Day while continuing to claim that I was the one who did wrong is inexcusable. While you continue to preach to the choir about [brother’s] love for the kids, how many gifts he gives them, how much time he spends with them, and how he plays with him – doesn’t change the fact that he said what he said on Christmas Day, and I kindly asked him not to do it. There is no question in my mind regarding [brother’s] love for the children. I never believed that he said what he said to be malicious. the PROBLEM is that he, and others, think it is “funny” to call children names. S1 is 3-years old. I don’t care what you believe S1 believed about the making fun of his head and ears. It is inappropriate under any circumstances and your family (mostly your father and PP) have been doing it for the better part of three years, despite your repeated attempts to insist that they stop it. Additionally, your claim (perhaps your brother’s, I don’t know) that he said it once, after S1 hurt his head under the dining room table – is false. What he said under the table was the 5th comment in a span of 5-minutes. 3 about S1s head. 2 about his ears. He did NOT “only make a comment” after S1 hurt his head. That is false and typical of the recollections that are had about past situations that resulted in major fights.

Additionally, no one has stepped up to condemn your repeatedly calling me a “fucking asshole” while raising your voice at me in the kitchen, your sister’s meltdown on me in the kitchen, and your mother saying, “I’m tired of this fucking bullshit” – all while S1 was standing right there. The excuse-making from your side needs to stop. I’ve acknowledged, in the aftermath of the reaction, that I most certainly could have taken your brother aside and addressed it. However, I didn’t and I cannot change the past. I haven’t heard a single word from your side about all of the rather significant inappropriate behavior and language in the aftermath. Very sad. Everyone needs to understand that it is inappropriate to make fun of the children under any circumstances. Instead of directing their anger at me for kindly asking it stop – they should examine why they haven’t acknowledged what happened that day, both with your brother’s words, and yours, your sister’s, and your mother’s inappropriate language and outbursts in the aftermath.

Nope – all you and yours are going to do is stomp their feet about how “inappropriate” it allegedly was to kindly ask your brother not to make fun of S1, which is the real tragedy from Christmas Day. Stop hiding behind your family’s trials and tribulation as justification for what happened on Christmas Day.

As for “smoothing things over with your family” – you are going to need to tell me exactly what that means. With exception to whatever things you have told them, all I did was kindly ask your brother to stop making fun of the children. I’ll apologize for not taking [brother] aside to address it on the following conditions – and it means your family “smoothing things over with me” –

#1 – I get apologies directly from your father for all of the inappropriate things he has done, said, and taught S1 over the years, including: “cuckoo I’m a shitbird,” how to choke other people, various curse words, calling your mother an asshole twice in the kitchen when S1 was standing there, the inappropriate behavior and language he exhibited in his drunken state down the seashore, and the other little methods of torment he carries out on him… the list goes on.

#2 – Your sister calling S1 names like psycho, serial killer, crazy… for slapping S1 so hard on 12/23/01 he left a handprint on his face, and any other inappropriate things she has done in the company of the kids. Your sister should count her blessings I didn’t press charges.

#3 – Your brother apologizes to me for making fun of S1 on Christmas Day.

I assure you that the “smoothing over” is deserved in both directions and I’ll not comment on whose behavior has been more egregioiusly inapproriate since the children have been born. The evidence speaks for itself.

If [brother] is upset – he should be man enough to pick up the phone and explain to me whe he has a right to be “so upset” with my asking him not to make fun of the kids.

If [your other brother] is upset – same story.

Your mom – same story.

Your dad – same story.

Then, we can all lay it out on the table with each other and start from scratch with a very clear understanding of what is expected from each other. Only when that happens will I apologize for allegedly “ruining” your family’s Christmas Day for asking [brother] not to make fun of the kids at the point in time that he was doing it.

As for my family – I don’t let them get away with anything when I see it happen. Stop excuse-making and justifying your position with regard to Christmas Day by saying that you “let my family slide many times.” Why? You have always had my 100% backing and support to address any situation that arises as i happens. I should hope that you would do it as nicely as I did with your brother on Christmas Day. Also, if you “let my family slide” when they do something wrong to the children, you are not only doing me a disservice, you are doing the children a disservice by not asking them to stop it. Don’t act like you are doing me or anybody a favor by allegedly “letting them slide.” Again, you are trying to excuse what [brother] said on Christmas with something that is, as usual, not germane to the issue at hand.

As for how I think we can work it out – we must go to a doctor and go together. And, we must stick it out even if what we hear is difficult to accept. Together is the only way to go to ensure that each of us is being honest with the doctor and getting this mess sorted out. As for my nickel assessment of your menal state, I’ve reason to believe what I believe. I’ve stated so with a great deal of thought and with the intent to find out if it is true and see ourselves through if it proves to be true. I’ve never said you were psychotic as you stated in the letter. I don’t think that. I think that there is something seriously wrong which needs to be addressed. As difficult as that is to accept from your husband, the fact remains that for the sake of our marriage and the sake of our children, we should be determined to find out why you can’t deal appropriately with little disagreements and all of the other issues that I believe point to something more serious than “LM is a big asshole, a lousy husband” and all of the other things that you call me. It isn’t right. It isn’t normal. It is something that needs to be addressed.
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A whole buncha’more wasted words.