Dear STBXH who won't be soon enough,
I'm sorry that you've wasted your money on the solicitor that you selected for, signing away my rights with the paperwork that you filled in on my behalf. Pray tell, when will I be seeing the paperwork? How well did you copy my signature, I wonder - you were always more artistic than I.
I note your ticking off in your last email for me wasting my money on a solicitor of my own choosing, but I need you to realise that when you fucked off out the door, your also took with you your perceived rights to tell me what to do, think and say.
Thank you for the maintenance that you have offered to pay for three months. It's exactly half my outgoings. I note you are now asking for 70% of the assets in my name.
If I'm learning this right, next time I do something you disapprove of, will your claim you go up more? Would you mind choosing the rock under which I should crawl? I realise I'm asking a favour here.
Belatedly, I must say, thank you for tidying up our office before you left I only just noticed. A bit unfortunate you didn't get all the paperwork though. Would you like me to send it on to you? Only I don't know where you are living so it's difficult.
"Scan it!" I hear you say?
The scanner has given up the ghost apparently. Well, actually, it's more that when I type your email address it comes up [email protected] even though I definitely am typing your name.
I have started to tell people in real life, which I'm finding difficult. Thanks for the humiliation, a bit of humble in my life will no doubt teach me some kind of lesson.
Lesson 1: Your husband is a coward.
I have also had to tell your family as it seemed wrong to continue to pretend everything was okay. Forgive me, I was brought up not to deceive.
Just one question if I may: you were the one who left, who decided I wasn't enough anymore. How did that morph in to me being the most despicable person to have graced this planet?
And yet you implore me in emails to be reasonable in between your streams of consciousness, fuelled, no doubt, by some bar room barrister.
Your not soon to be ex wife.