Open Book/Dylan:
I'm very sorry that your mother and father didn't teach you to abide by your word. Why would I think the world owes me a God damned thing? Because I made you my world when you made your vows in our back yard and married me. I cut a man out of my life who claimed to love me and promised to protect me from people like you, a man who would financially help me when you refused to. I'm sorry that your meme, mother, and sister all act like feminist workaholics and you lied to me when you said it was okay for me to be a stay at home mom. It was wrong for me to believe you, when clearly you and your family had another agenda; which was to try to "show me" how awful it is to be a stay at home mother, so I worked from home sewing masks under your business for your mother's salon to steal the money and I was always short masks or money, but I didn't complain then because I should've been grateful that your family even allowed me to have children in the first place, right? It was my fault for working while pregnant with our third child while you stayed at home for 3 months without working. It was my fault for letting you continue to treat me like I was less than human while you refused to support me in any of my dreams of being a seamstress, a music artist, a good mother... while I continued to support your dreams of being an artist and a decent father and even to this stay I still only support you in being these things while you slander my character because of jealousy.
Typically, when you vow to someone in front of your family and God and a Justice of the Peace to LOVE someone until death do you part, you act like a man and uphold your word. You never did that, and you continue to hate me. For what, exactly? I've encouraged you, and allowed you, to do everything you want. You want to alienate me from our kids while dating another woman so that you feel better about yourself? Fine. All I asked is that you treat me kindly, because I'm no God. I'm human. I pray every night that nobody treats your sister or our daughter the way your father treated your mother or the way you treat me; at least one woman in your family should know what it's like to be loved properly by a man through motherhood.
And no, I'll never be silent. I loved you. I loved Tarl. I love many people, but when I choose to love myself you have a problem with it. You've got a lot of problems with me, dude, and maybe you should let it fucking go. Stop making me your scapegoat. Go learn how to live laugh love and stop being such a small, hateful man.