THE BEST YEAR OF MY LIFE....SO FAR
By Jen
"This will be the hardest year
of your life." Every person I've talked to has told me that. Your see, I'm
divorcing my husband of 10 years. I can't use his real name--legal reasons, ya
know. Because of this I will refer to him in this and all other articles as
"Cheating Rat Bastard". Trust me, he's earned it.
I'm not bitter. There is no anger there. He really is. All I'll really need to show you is how many birth certificates have him listed as the father to prove my case. The sticky part is that they were all conceived while in the bonds of our marriage. That's why when people pat on the back and tell me I'll make it through this, I have to laugh. I made it through the marriage without blood being spilled. The divorce has been a piece of cake.
Ya know, my marriage wasn't all bad. I did get two great kids out of it. Those are the only two things he gave me that he couldn't pawn or trade away. Lucky for the kids and I that there are laws in America to discourage dads like "Cheating Rat Bastard". I have no doubt that if he could have traded one or both of them for a new Camero, they'd be gone. It would have been smarter for me to just get a vile of his best swimmers and be done with him. I could have had the great kids without the lousy marriage. What about child support you say? He's so far behind in child support that his file has it's own drawer. I provide everything anyway so what's the difference?
Speaking of his best swimmers, he sure did like spreading them around. He was, and still is, a modern-day Johnny Appleseed. He crisscrosses the country, spreading his seed throughout the land. It's his only true skill. His willingness to dole his sperm out to any and all things with a vagina could have been a financial boon for us. Barren couples spend big bucks for virulent little buggers like the ones "Cheating Rat Bastard" has swimming in his overused testicles.
No, he couldn't do his business in a jar, but he could with a drunk skank who has serviced more people than McDonalds. After hearing who these "women" ( I use the term loosely) were, I showered with steel wool and bleach. After removing most of my skin, I went to the doctor and got shots for everything from leprosy to rabies. You can never be too careful when it comes to those kind of "women".
You know the type--the professional welfare mom who pops kids out like Pez so she can continue to keep her benefits. I mean she couldn't get a regular job. She has no skills except laying on her back. She's just going with her strong points. Without that money she couldn't support her drug and alcohol habits. Now nobody wants that. It's sad that the only way they can make money is making kids they don't want. The kid has learning problems? Gee, could it be the 12 pack of beer you drank everyday of the pregnancy?
What's even sadder is that we, as taxpayers get to pay for it all. Yikes.....am I ranting? I am, aren't I? Sorry! Back to the issue at hand--leaving "Cheating Rat Bastard" and how easy it's been.
I could go on forever about all the horrible things he's done. I'm quite sure that my mom has a detailed list. She loathes him...with good reason. If a straight person could be turned gay, being married to "Cheating Rat Bastard" would be the catalyst to turn all women into lesbians.
They wouldn't be just your average lesbians either. They would be the crew cut wearing, man-hating kind. All men would be in danger. He's that good at harvesting the hatred in women--a true master.
I'm sure most everyone means well when they console me on the death of the my marriage. It was either the marriage or him. I chose the one with less jail time. It worked for me. I've never been happier. I've got a few scars, if you couldn't tell, but I got out...intact.
The best part is I haven't shaved my head into a crew cut. Despite "Cheating Rat Bastard's" best attempt, I still like men. I've even gone out on a few dates. Some were good and some bad. That, however, is a whole other story...