A BONE TO PICK

Oh boy. Do I ever have a bone to pick with some freak out there. Here's why: the other day I went to check my e-mail which I had been neglecting of late (sorry people), and found a little surprize waiting for me. Here it is:

Hello There. Just incase you where wondering, the guy your ex-wife is dating is a wonderful man. I have known him for 15 years, and she couldn't be with a better man. -Jeff

First of all, freak-boy, why in the name of God would I be wondering??? Hasn't it occured to you that I WOULDN'T be wondering? Apparently, either you are completely illiterate and did not understand that I DON'T care about her anymore and I don't WANT to know what kind of a guy she is dating (in which case you really need to hit the community-ed classes), -OR- you are just plain stupid. She was without a doubt the most difficult chapter in my life! I cannot for the life of me figure how you could ever have thought I would want to think about it. I went through two years of Hell over her. The fact that she married me too young, I have coped with. The fact that it was more to get out of her fathers house than love, I have coped with. The emotional scars from her unfaithfulness, disloyalty, dishonesty, and total lack of willingness to give a sh*t I am learning to cope with. Does coping involve wondering who she was with that whole time we were seperated? Is he nice? Does he treat her like a lady? Does he do the little things I used to do to try and make her feel loved? Does he keep his promises? WOULD HE BE WILLING TO GIVE UP *EVERYTHING* TO BE WITH HER??? Is he like me? If you honestly think that, call your proctologist and see if they can find your head, pal, because you suffer from severe rectal-cranial juxtaposition. Even if I DO still care about her, do you think that I WANT to know that she's even WITH somebody else? Do you think that I want to know that she's doing fine and dandy out on the dating scene, while I repeatedly find failure after miserable failure? A mans heart can only take so much, and mine has reached it's limit. My emotional stress-meter is reading "exceding maximum capacity". Next time you think you are doing somebody a favor by telling them that the person they loved more than life itself is dating a "wonderful somebody else", think about what I have just said and pull your head out!