One Million Tiny Things

Divorce papers

Dear Emmette,
I have attached the divorce papers within. Got a collegue from work to speed up the process because I was just that impatient to get rid of you.

Hope to meet you at the courthouse Monday afternoon. Think you can make time in your busy schedule, maybe postpone a date with your bimbos for once.

Also I've decided to take full custody of Troy. Obviously you won't be stupid enough to fight me on it right? Since I barely know you anymore, in case you do just know that I've got the best lawyers in the country and that there is no way in hell you will win. Not after what you put us through last month.

I know that you have changed. With the company growing so did your head. So much so that its exploded and left nothing but air in your empty skull. How else do you expect to explain your rash and stupid decisions. All the business trips you take to the neighbouring block where your secretary lives.

But I never in a million years thought you would be so unfeeling and selfish as to put your five year old son through it. Turns out I underestimated the heartless bastard you have become. You scarred an innocent child, your own child and I hope you rot in hell for it.

Imagine my shock when I come in and see him staring at our bedroom, at what could have easily been a cheap copy of an R-rated movie. Hope you had fun cleaning up the dropped eggs and milk.

I went grocery shopping, Did you think I went to Germany to get eggs? Or are you just that cruel that you did it on purpose.

I wish I could make him unsee that. I'd do anything in the world for it.  But I can never fix it. You can never fix it, not that you'd ever even care enough to want to. The boy has a tainted image of his family, his childhood and I can't thank you enough for what your insensitivity accomplished.

How did you expect me to explain your actions to Troy? What on earth was I supposed to say? That you were Spanish dancing? Tango? Did you atleast think up some excuse? Of course not. It doesn't matter in the least to you does it. Who you hurt. What you break and shatter. You don't care in the least. Not as long as you get what you want.

You better come on Monday because it would be really inconvenient for me to have the police haul you to the court house.

Just come sign the papers and get rid of your burden of a family. And keep your big mouth shut while you sign Troy's custody over to me. You never deserved him any way. Neither of us. We were way too good for you and being the thankless jerk you are you never appreciated either of us.

I would have thanked you for showing me your true colours. For showing me just how much you changed from the sweet caring college boy I fell in love with. For finally giving me a reason to leave the monster you are now.

But I can't and I won't.  All I have is burning hatred after what you did to Troy. I will never forgive you for the damage you inflicted not until he forgets, and you know how good his memory is.

I expect nothing from you. No financial support. No weekly visits. Nothing. Just stay far away and pretend you never had a family. Waste your life away as an unmarried bachelor with gold-diggers nipping at your feet and die alone someday wondering where it all went wrong.

But come poking at our family for anything, love,money, affection, the neglected son you so carelessly treated and I will destroy you. Mark my words Emmette once I'm done with you'd wish you were never born. So if you know what's good for you would stay away, far away.

Vienna.