First and foremost, THANK YOU. Thank you for sniffing after my wife for the last couple months and consummating each other's "love". You allowed her to show her true, selfish colors (for the umpteenth time) and ask for a D. In the fog, she was able to rewrite our marriage history and blame shift, which allowed me to pull my head out of my ass and run for the divorce forms faster than Carl Lewis on steroids.
You see, that bag of issues is now YOUR bag of issues. She's so emotionally stunted and lacking introspection that she will never own them, so they will become yours by default. All of them. Her Borderline Personality Disorder. Her lies. Her cheating. Her hoarding. Speaking of which, THANK YOU. I can finally see, for the first time since we've been married, the fact that I will finally have a garage to be used for something besides throwing shit and hoarding until its filled front to back, top to bottom.
Thank you for removing the cancer from my home. The nasty filth that she insists on living in. I've grown weary of wasting every waking moment of my life cleaning up her shit so our kids don't wallow in it. Thank you for removing her poor parenting from the equation at least every other week, allowing me to finally provide the stability that they need.
Thank you for making me realize how toxic my life has been with her, and how much better its about to become without her in it. Thank you for showing me that I am a great guy after all, deserving of so much more than this bullshit.
I would only add that there is a NO REFUND NO EXCHANGE policy in this transaction, and only wish you the best. Her warranty expired when the tail lights dimmed in the distance this morning. In other words, YOU'RE FUCKED!
[This message edited by HurtingandLost at 6:39 PM, July 27th (Sunday)]