I don't wish this kind of pain to anyone. This kind of hurt. This is me crying, with my heart broken, with my past shattered, full of anger and deception.
I don't want to say anything more, I don't see the point. I'm glad you can't reach out to me. If that's what you talk and say behind my back, to my family, friends and lawyer, I can only wonder what you'd say to me, because all you ever wanted and want is to hurt me. Right from your resentment, insatisfactions and emotional voids because your love was love as long as I was useful. But I'm no dumpster. And I want to keep silent, I want to only talk about you or this in my blog.
Your true colors. Disenchantment. At least he took responsibility for what he said, did or didn't. I'll give him that. And he called me home. And he recognized everything. But you didn't. But you don't. But you haven't, and tbh, I don't think you ever will. Because in your closed mind, you never did anything wrong and you were the perfect man and I was the crazy or bad person. Let me tell you something. You were not the perfect man. I know in your mind you see yourself above God, but that's not true.
You keep talking shit and denying all your behavior, all your words. Now you're saying I abandoned my home..Bullshit. But You don't say everything I did before. How I didn't want to move but you ignored me, as you seldom did and I just had to respect your wishes. How you refused couple therapy. How even after I asked you to fix our marriage with counseling, all you said was I was no useful to you as a woman, that you didn't love me and to leave you alone so you could move on. How selective is your fucking memory.
Do you think your lawyer doesn't tell me everything you say about me? How you are the angel perfect husband and i was the evil wife? You ungrateful fool. I didn't and I don't want anything from you and your uncaring ass. My lawyer is the one who did her job on her own.
I didn't receive a word of love, tenderness, of understanding from you, only a "default message" on mom's death day. Just your superior behavior and looking down on me above your shoulder. Not anymore. Even yesterday I wanted you to come back, I wanted you with me. Not anymore.
I don't want to see you again. After all is finished, I want you to stop contacting my family and my friends. I want you to stop sending one penny to the dog, cus guess what, he doesn't need anything. You pusillanimous.
Yo lo que quiero es ya no sentir. Quizás era cierto y la persona que amaba nunca existió en verdad, sino esta y yo era una tonta. Dejenme sola, preferiría morir.
