An Open Letter to my Judge

…all of the things you didn’t want to hear

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I’d like to be at a point where I can leave the negativity of the past three years in 2022, move on and be ready for something different. And it’s going to go out with a bang for sure. About a year ago, the consequences of one woman’s decision left me reeling, and for as long as I keep my house, I am living with the consequences. But without it, I sincerely lost everything except my kids.

Sometimes I wish I could explain this to her — a woman who I have nothing in common with. But words would not work. I know that now. Just like words didn’t work with my ex, his lawyer, or even my lawyer. Those days in the courtroom I was more alone than I had ever been in my life. The kind of life I had lived made no sense to any of them. The kind of sacrifices I had made, made no sense to them. They were never going to hear me.

So, in order to leave it behind, I write this today. Because tonight, my daughter is going to the judge’s house for a New Year’s Eve party. Her boyfriend’s family happens to be friends with her family. They are part of the “rich people” crowd…a crowd I will never be part of, and never want to be a part of. The boyfriend is a good kid, thank God.

As you can guess, I am not really okay with it. But, I’m not going to hold her back because I am…