Prompt 45: Your Worst Enemy Writes His/Her Memoir. There’s a Whole Chapter Devoted to you, How does it begin?

The first six months or so of my divorce began ugly and set the tone for what would become an ugly divorce.

It did not take a memoir for me to imagine how a chapter devoted to me would begin. I don’t really view anyone as an enemy.

Eleven months before my ex filed for divorce she became ill and would require months of hospitalization. I viewed it as a chance to show how much we loved each other.

Her brother in law never liked me or my family and her sister would follow in line about a year later.

Everything they did was based on vengeance and revenge. My mom couldn’t make an event to go honkr their son, three years later they refused to come to an brunch my mom threw when they when my wife and I had our first.

Earlier than that I could not afford to help my pay for my ex’s bday party so they when kept me out of their son’s bday party.

Everything they did and do was based on getting vengeance for those who wrong them and praise anything they perceived as good.

They did everything they could to make me look like a monster and basically succeeded. My ex had a sorority sister they worked in the corporate office of where our children went to pre-school.

After she filed for divorce things started happening at the school About things I was blamed for that either never happened to our children or were grossly exaggerated.

As part of the custody evaluation process we had to write a timeline of our lives together. She and her family’s timeline was about everything they could to discredit me.

Her niece who came to stay with us for a summer and was supposed to help with the children made all sorts of things up. Meanwhile my family and I suspected she was smoking pot in our house.

The entire process instead of being truly about what our timeline was together and what was in the best interest of our children began and continued to be almost entirely about fabrications of what I and my family did wrong with the children.

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