This is a work of fiction. I’m starting the Great American Novel. Names will be changed to protect the “innocent”.
Yesterday, I watched my abuser lie about me in court. The man that has my children.
He knows I abhor drugs. He called me an alcoholic and a junkie. He knows I am autistic and used to MOCK my inability to lie. Then, he called me a LIAR in court. He insisted that my poor mother made me lie. He spent YEARS gaslightning me. He calls himself a feminist so he can get laid.
He knows I’ve never been diagnosed as bipolar, but since BEFORE OUR SEPARATION, has told everyone that I am bipolar. While claiming to champion the cause of the mentally ill, he mocks all mentally ill people. He is bipolar, with PTSD and diagnosed narcissistic psychopathy.
Do you know how many of you he mocked behind your backs? He called fibromylagia a false disease and said it was all in your head. He makes fun of fat women while claiming to love all women. He just wants to get his dick wet.
I found out that CPS was called 4 times in the past year. I called once, but he decided that I did it all 4 times. Nice to know my children are watched over. FOUR calls and NOTHING has been done. Our child-care system is a JOKE.
When the kids were six, he told me that he had been planning a divorce BEFORE I was pregnant. You can only imagine the feeling of betrayal. Of how he used me. Of how he used MY BODY. We hadn’t been married two years and this so-called man was ready to quit and call a divorce. In good times and bad, MY ASS.
He’s a coward. He was discharged from the Army after being threatened with Leavenworth. There was nothing magickal about it. They knew he was liability. The didn’t want him. The man was a joke. And that’s all he has: jokes he’s told since college that he stole from other people. He’s another Carlos Mencia.
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