Dear ex,
Almost four years ago, you got me pregnant with the most wonderful, healthy, smart, loving son I ever could have hoped for. He's been great. You? Not so much. I just tallied up the numbers. In those four years, I have spent $14,000 on daycare (an extraordinarily low number, might I add), something like $2,500 on medical care and health insurance for our son, and $2,600 out of pocket for our midwife (a bargain compared to the ten grand a hospital birth would have cost us). Before we even start counting food, clothing, toys, furniture, the cost of an extra bedroom, babysitters, or the $2,500 I've contributed to his college fund, hey, that's more than $20,000 I've spent on our child. You? Huh. Let me see. You bought him a tee shirt on that trip to California. You bought him a $40 fishing pole when he was freaking two years old, which was such an age-appropriate present. And I can recall several fast food purchases, since that's your idea of feeding him. All told, I would guess that fatherhood has cost you something like $200.
But I'm forgetting one essential fact -- you're the victim in all this. I'm so sorry I was a mean heartless woman who threw you out on the street (with six months of warning) after you had been living in my home essentially rent and bill free for the better part of two substance-addicted years as I did your laundry and cleaned up after you. I'm sorry you were wrongfully terminated from every job you've ever held after about four months on average. I'm sorry you never went to college. I'm sorry you're incapable of making smart choices. I'm sorry your horrible choices always leave you broke. I'm sorry, quite frankly, that you're about ten social classes lower than I am, and I'm sorry that you're not likely to change that. I know you have problems. It would help if you tried to fix them, because I'm done trying to do that for you.
I'm glad that you're in AA now and you seem to be sober for about three months now. That's great. But I'm sorry you had to be arrested for abusing our wonderful son to find the will to make that change. I always said you were the type to never hurt anyone but yourself. I'm sorry that my son came home covered in bruises one day and proved me wrong on that fact. I don't believe your version of how it happened, and neither does the DA. I do believe you were drunk beyond coherence when it happened. That doesn't remotely make it okay. It does speak well of you that you've faithfully kept up the supervised visitation. It's not that I think you don't love your son. It's just that you don't know how to be a good father.
I'm so sorry your attorney's fees for that shoplifting crime and child abuse charge are going to be so high. That'll cost you.
Me and DS? Oh, we're doing fantastic. I'm busy, of course, what with work, school, and single parenthood, plus trying to sneak in a little time to have a social life (Did I mention I'm dating what may be the sweetest guy on the planet? He's got a masters degree, a good creative job, he's smart, funny, kind, cutely geeky, loves NPR, progressive, able to stop at one glass of wine, and most importantly, he treats me and DS with endless respect. But I digress.) Yeah, things are great. My part time job is rewarding, I'm considered a rising star in my master's program. My life is full and rewarding without you holding me back.
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sincerely,
your ex
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P.S. I'm filing for child support.