You REALLY think so? Really?

"Love can be a tragedy when you do what you did to me
All I’m seeing now is red"

Fucktard:

The "Dearest" is done. You're no longer a little bit of a dear, you're just Fucktard. A big, hairy, piece of shit, Fucktard.

Since I need to calm down before my attorney calls me back today, I thought I'd respond to your email on here and let her tell me how to nicely respond to you in real life.

1. You DON'T have custody of the kids. I do. So if and when one needs to go to the doctor, I will take them and I DON'T have to have your permission. Fuck you. You think you don't have to pay dr bills just because I didn't call you first, think again. Push me asshole, and that will be SOLE legal custody to Amy.

2. Concerning the house - I really don't need your decision by tomorrow cause I'm done playing with you. Fuck the agreement, we'll just go to court. And guess what?! Your name is as much on the mortgage and deed as is mine, and until I refinance the house out of your name, you're legally responsible for paying your share. Don't pay it? I'll take Suntrust the keys and tell them they can have the damn thing. See if they let you get out your prized Star Wars shit. You really think I'm going to let you have both computers? Um, no. You want the skillet? Upside your fucking head. And I will be giving no one a lump sum for anything, especially your stupid ass. You want half the profit - fine. I'll take alimony. Thinking I'll get out better in the end there anyways. The rest of your stuff will be put in storage when I have time. You should have put it out there when you moved out. Fuck you.

3. So what if you have "previously requested access to the house" to supervise the removal of your stuff. I haven't removed anything, and even if I had, you best be glad it didn't wind up in the Mecklenburg County landfill.

4. Did you seriously just ask me to push out child support as long as we can? NO. Actually, FUCK NO. My lawyer has her retainer, and I'm guessing a court date can be just right around the corner.

5. Last time I checked the dogs are your responsibility too - and if I need to board them because you can't keep them at your house, then you pay half. And no, it's like child support, you don't pay, you don't visit, so you will not be taking them to the park. I hope one of them bites you. Hard.

6. Where I go on vacation is none of your concern, and if I want to take the kids to fucking Africa, guess what?! I can. All I have to do is make sure I tell you - and guess what? I did. "The kids need to remain in the state of NC". Fuck you again. I'll tell A that she can't go to the beach because her father is a peckerhead.

7. The alleged herpes thing. I never told you I was infected, and no, I will not be retested. I'll send you the sheet from my doctor, and I'll make sure he puts a special note on there just for you so that your idiot ass can understand - I am NOT positive for anything, so how bout fucking off with the whole Amy cheated too shit.

8. Things can no longer be "simple" because you're a fuckhead. And "right now you're not doing best for anyone, not even yourself for down the road" is just plain stupid. You just said "Please don't fuck me Amy, I don't have the cash for an attorney." Um, sorry. Bend over...

9. The bank account - yes, I've been "poking" around in it. Meaning, my name is still on the account, I can look at it all fucking day long if I want. I've not taken any money out of it, only looked at it. Change the password dipshit if you don't want me "poking".

10. No, you're not waiting my response any longer - you're waiting my attorney's. She's a a bitch too - maybe you can keep your dick in your pants when she starts getting "pissy" with you.

Fuck you.

Amy

If I don't punch you in the balls before this is over...

"I pray your brakes go out runnin’ down a hill
I pray a flower pot falls from a window sill
And knocks you in the head like I’d like to"

Dear Fucktard,

Notice the name change? Shithead isn't quite the way I'd describe you these days. Besides, my girls of the round table say you need to be Fucktard, and so you shall. Fucktard.

Time to put on your big girl panties - I really really really dislike you. No, I think I quite hate you right about now. I know a few weeks ago I was fighting that urge - NO MORE! Hate is quite a motivator too. Motivating me to bag up all that shit you didn't get out of my house and dump on the lawn. Motivating me to stop being run over by you and balls up to your stupid face. Motivating me to put you the hell out of my life. You don't deserve me. You don't deserve my tears. And you most certainly don't deserve that knowing what you say will upset me. Cause you know why? I don't really give three shits anymore.

Talk your shit. Go ahead - please! Hear that? That's the sound of my attorney's tab getting higher and higher, which only means that much less out of your pocket. Maybe I should put a ticker up on the site - every time you do something stupid, there goes another $250/hr to my attorney. And believe me when I say this, but you WILL be paying me back every cent.

Perhaps you should stop paying the counselor her hourly rate, and start saving money for Amy's legal fees. I'll even paint you a piggy bank and put your new name on it.

Fucktard.

With much love, I mean, HATE,

Amy