Timing is everything.

This is the letter I've dared to write him.

Dear Walter,
I have wanted to write this to you for some time.
After being rebuffed (that means ‘brushed off’) by you last weekend, I decided it is time to say goodbye. You only want me when it’s convenient for you. Your rudeness has passed over to your precious son—did you hear how he talked to me on the phone? You turned him against me, against my whole family. Well, maybe except my sister. You can cry on the phone to her over this letter. You confide in her about everything else, don’t you?
Hopefully, I will only see you in passing from now on, as my feelings toward you are very wounded and filled with utter anger and pain. I loved you so much.
Every time I reflect back on our relationship, I get angrier every time. Yes, there were some good times—our sex has never suffered. But I think on the bad times, and unless I release you, they will fester forever in my heart: all the time you faulted my children for some discrepancy; calling my daughter a psycho and my son a freak; degrading me in front of the kids; treating me like shit in front of the kids; forever criticizing my parenting; throwing a temper tantrum over a stupid RC motorcycle; making my own son feel like nothing; calling my son “Kid” instead of by his real name; leaving when things got too tough for you; taking offense because my son chose to confide in me; cruelty by your children; your children acting like the spoiled pampered brats that they are. Many other things that I’m sure I’ve forgotten.

Now, here’s the opportunity for me to slam you and your kids.
Seth is a nasty, hulking brute who likes to bash heads. He’s rude, lacking in manners, and typical white trash in training. He only has to whine to get what he wants. He coerces others into giving him their things. You know that’s true. He will never know what it’s like to earn anything because it’s all been given to him. And you went back on what you said—you didn’t take away the dirt bike. I wouldn’t be surprised if he went to prison someday.

Tallulah is a spoiled little princess. That’s the ONLY reason that you didn’t want to go halfsies with me on a dirt bike because Ohhhhh, they have to have one of their own! She has never been taught to share; she has never been taught giving or compassion. She’s been more petted and pampered than a damn Pekingese dog. Hope she finds a rich husband, she’s going to need it. Oh, and she’s a liar. Actually, they are both liars.

You are in complete denial about the damage you are doing to your children. You cuss around them and permit them to watch anything they want, saying “it’s real life.” They are kids! Not adults. Yes, they may be “street smart” but you are jading them with your ways. Why don’t you just sit down and teach them how to roll joints and load a crack pipe—they will be doing it soon enough.

In all honesty, you should have stayed with Robin. No one is going to be good enough for you, because you’ve been too damaged. You deserve each other. But that point is moot. You’re already fucking your children up as well apart, right?

I did love you, so very much. But now I see that you will always treat me like garbage. Now that the concert is over, you washed your hands of me, isn’t that the truth?? Well, I’m done. Go find another woman and her children to fuck over.

Jules