You don’t know me and quite honestly I don’t care to get to know you.
This letter may come as a surprise because I don’t doubt that you’ve been told how crazy I am. You’ve probably been told that all my angry messages to him come from an angry person with a twisted mind. This is not the case. The truth is, you’ve chosen a lying, abusive sociopath as the person you love. You have chosen this person as the legal father of your daughter. While I can’t change this and I can’t warn you of the person he will eventually become, I can hope for your sake that he doesn’t.
I hope for your daughter’s sake that he doesn’t choose long hours at his dead-end job over time with his family. Every time he takes her to the doctor, I hope he remembers her birthday without having to be reminded each and every time. I wish with every bone in my body that her dreams won’t be clouded with the loud screaming as you two have an argument in the next room. He’ll be the perfect father to anyone who meets him at school or anyone else, but I pray for your sake that he’ll be the same person when the front door closes. I hope your daughter never has a mark on her body that she has to lie to her teachers about and your confidence stays as high as it is now. I don’t think people can ever change so I don’t doubt that once the honeymoon phase is over he’ll become the monster that still haunts my dreams. But if god forbid he ever lays a hand on you or your child….run. Take it from me, you don’t want to find out 15 years later that she stayed up crying alone in her room asking God what she ever did wrong for her father to decide not to love her. You don’t want to find cuts on her arms and her body, where she took her mental pain out on herself because she didn’t know how to ask for help.
Be cautious building a life with a man who threw away 30 years of his life manipulating an amazing woman he claimed to love and crushing her self-worth until she had no choice but to continue to stay. I spent months in therapy trying to fix the damage he had done and all he did was take over my sessions and discuss what a horrible child I was to my therapist.
So yes, I may be a little damaged and crazy but what he refuses to accept is that I am a monster of his own creation.
