Because you live your life pretending to be someone you’re not, you think that I’ll suddenly forget what you’ve done and who you really are.
Because you pretend to be a good father, you think I’ll forget that you left your wife and beautiful children to live with a woman you met on a fetish website. You didn’t bother to tell us where you were. You also think I’ll forget that you were largely absent in your children’s lives before that point, showing up only for the good stuff, the celebrations, the photo ops, while pretending to be father of the year.
Because you pretend to have a job and live a normal life now, you think I’ll forget that you haven’t done an honest day’s work in decades. You think I’ll forget the 2,000 pages, in your own words, describing a scandalous and sordid double life–words you wrote compulsively during work hours while you lost clients and and sent your firm spiraling downwards until it collapsed altogether.
Because you speak of your latest girlfriend in such glowing terms, you think I’ll forget that you met the last one on Craigslist, and that they are a bunch of sad, angry, and very dangerous misfits who should never come near our children.
Because you act like you’re successful, you think I’ll forget that you stole money from me and my family for years. Because you drive around with fancy school stickers on your car, you think I’ll forget that my parents paid for our children at attend these schools.
Because you pretend you have no mental health issues and a history of dangerous sexual behavior, you think I’ll forget and think it’s okay when you want to talk to our children about sex.
Because you pretend you did nothing wrong and that I somehow fooled several attorneys, two judges, and an experienced and respected pro-father child custody evaluator about you, you think I’ll forget that I have proof that you are a serial cheater, a compulsive liar, a pervert, a neglectful parent, a horrible role model, and an abuser who threw me across the room twice, once while I was pregnant.
Because you pretend to be a good guy, you think I’ll forget that you are a sociopath and have no empathy and no soul. But I know better, and I know that you’re coming back for round two in court, where you will represent yourself, cost me my retirement funds again, and create a huge circus. But this time, I’m ready. I have moved on, but I have not forgotten.