It pains me to write this, for I do not want give even the slightest credence to his name. He will believe that I am giving him the merit he deserves by even uttering it. The truth, however, is that his name is blasphemy, and there are some things that are left to be said.
Sean, how is it that you are still alive? How is it that you truely believe that vomit that spews from your mind? Do you not realize that you reap what you sow, and that now, and for many years, you have reaped pain and chaos with your placid indolence? How can it be that you not realize the gravity of events over the past few years, and take that as a token of your own value as a witless, spineless amoeba?
As a man, it is abhorrent to me that a husband would sit back and watch his wife as the breadwinner of the family. As a man, it is disgusting that one such as yourself would see your family crumbling around you and do nothing, placing the burden solely upon your wife's shoulders.
No offense to the mother of your children, but I would feel like a nutless coward sitting at home, waiting for my wife so that I could be fed. I would feel as if someone came and severed my testicles from my body knowing that there were more bills than there was income, and I lazily stirred inside the house.
For most men, when children come into the picture, you want to be a better person. You want to shelter and protect those little innocent lives, giving them every comfort and nicety that you can muster. You want to take care of the family you created because there is some inner well that springs up, compelling you to be the leader of your pack, and make sure that they prosper. That inner well is testosterone, and it is something that you are bereft of, and have been from the cradle, and will be so to the grave.
How is it that a real father can spout malignancies about their own children, faltering when a birthday or other special event comes around? I suppose it is possible for a pusillanimous imbecile such as yourself, who cares nothing for the well being of the family you created.
Deep down within your soul, you know what I am saying to be true. Men do not sit idly while bills go unpaid or while the female of the house begins to sprout balls several times larger than the useless, shriveled ones that you wear like a badge.
You know that you failed them long before you made the decision to leave.in fact, you actually left them a very long time ago. The only difference between then and now is that your waste of flesh is gone.
Oh, yes, I did fail to mention that you are and were working, now for quite some time. But how does it reflect when you proudly bring home a paycheck less than half of what it should be, due to some real or imagined illness, knowing that your wife works rain or shine, and when she gets home her job is still not done?
And what of the relationship with your wife? What if that should fail? It did, but that does not give you the excuse of taking your inadequacies out upon your children, the little lives you created that look to you for love, support, and devotion. Most men feel the compulsion to shield their kids from harm. You, however, seem to revel in it and leave for someone else to clean.
There is truth to the adage that you reap what you sow. Sean, you sow indolence and bitterness and will reap disdain and ire. And I don't mean from your former wife - I mean from your children, especially your daughter.
How do you think she will reflect upon these times, remembering when her father left their family and shacked up with another woman whom he professed to love? How do you think she will feel when she remembers when Mommy went to work, took her to appointments, cared for her when she was sick, and Daddy wasn't there.
How will you feel when the pattern repeats itself and she finds herself working her fingers to the bone to provide for her children, and all the while there is a man in her house sitting there, idle with false promises and false hope? Will your heart be placid, or will it awaken with anger and sorrow, remembering the example of a man you set before her?
You are one of the most pathetic examples of a man that I have ever had the displeasure of meeting. You truely make the rest of us look like selfish, lazy cowards, hiding like a whipped dog under a woman's skirts.
You openly mock and insult the sanctity of fatherhood, and for this one day, sooner than you think, you will find true misery. One day when your child is grown and wants nothing to do with Daddy because he made his own plans - that will be the day that you dispair. And then I will revel in it.
"I want to find someone like myself
To shoot me in the neck"
(or some such rambling)
Let me be that person.
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