A week from tomorrow is my hearing on the state of my relationship with my daughter. Nine pages later and I’m hoping we said it all.
Nothing brilliant. Dumb plumbing I call it. My ex, narcissistic as he may be, is a village idiot. He’s got nothing left and frankly my daughter is the only one in the world who doesn’t think he’s the class flunkie.
My job is done. My goal was to record it all for perpetuity. One day my daughter will read the truth. It will be too late, I’m sure. It’s pretty much too late already, but that was my ex’s diabolical plan.
He’s quite a piece of work, and no longer my problem or concern. Thank God.
