You were a lousy husband, and you're still a lousy ex. I'm sick of your malicious reports about me to social services, the huge legal fees I've incurred because you drag me back to court for stupid reasons, the way you badmouth me to our young DD.
But thanks to you:
- I've learnt self-control. Having been the target of your rage, I know what it feels like, and I will never do it to anyone else.
- I've learnt contingency planning. You get pleasure from messing up my plans, so I always have a secret Plan B that you don't know about.
- I've learnt financial management. I'm going to have a live a bare-bones existence for the next two years at least to pay off the £10k in legal fees I've incurred because of you. But once it's paid off, I'll revel in every extra penny I've got to spend.
You've tried so hard and for so long to harm me. But I will take what you have thrown at me and thrive, not just in spite, but also because of it.
I will be happy and will embrace my life. So thank you. (But deep down, I can't help hoping this will really, really gall you).