Well, John, you see…in addition to glossing over the part where I discuss having in fact been in therapy for quite some time, which is what provided me with the strength and bravery to be open about both my former spouse’s emotional abuse and my resulting lies, you decided to overlook the part where I acknowledge that I have growth and reflection to do.
Instead, you chose to respond in a cruel and judgmental way, much like he would have.
Today, as I write this reply to you, I sit in the oral surgeon’s office with my son, the youngest of our three children, who is having his four impacted wisdom teeth removed. Can you surmise who is not here? I bet you can, and you would be correct.
Can you also guess who was not here for any of the dental visits or consultations, and who will not be here for any follow-up care?
Who was not here to make sure we scheduled it during semester break, and who was not, in fact, around for fall semester move-in day and has yet to even set eyes on the campus at all?

If you guessed that it is the fictional, languishing patient, you would be correct.

So as you judge me, and poke fun at me, remember that I am STILL doing what I was doing. My kids are STILL making excuses for him and his absenteeism. I may have made a bad choice in giving him a fictional fatal disease, but you, in choosing to make fun of me, are exactly what I was trying to avoid.

Someone will say, “well, he has to work” (I took the day off), “it’s a long way to travel” (is it, really? I mean, I’m here), “moms are just better at this sort of thing (why IS that, exactly?).

So, maybe all of this would be better if I just told everyone he is a total shitheel.

Sort of like you.