My favorite thing to do is wake up, get all three kids ready and out the door to school, come home for a meeting, work, then go to an event, and work some more, then pick up kids, come home and clean the house, put the kids to bed, all while you sleep and do nothing.
You said you were a terrible dad for sleeping through everything this morning, and guess what, I lied when I said you were a good dad. You’re not. You are lazy. You are mean. You have no concept of responsibility or what a true partner in a relationship should do or be.
You ransaked my drawers, again. You went through anything and everything looking for a baggie, fiending and getting angry and upset with every passing disappointment of finding nothing. So then you sat on your ass, napped, and watched TV, and did nothing to clean up your messes or any you saw.
I enabled this behavior by accepting it for so long. You want me to sign a fake contract that we will get sober and deal with it, and if one of us fails, they become publicly mocked and shamed with no sympathy. Oh, and of course, branded with the title “homewrecker”. Ya, sure, sign me up. It sounds like a swell time. Fuck off.
I love you, but there isnt enough love left in my heart to handle this anymore. I miss out on time with my kids because I’m stuck with the bitch work. I miss out on money because I cant trust you alone with the kids. Every thing I accused you of in the beginning was real. You did a good job at hiding it and pretending it wasnt, but it was all a lie. What have I gotten myself into and how do I get out of it with the least amount of casualties?