You're Goddamn Right We Are Done

What possible benefit could there be to staying married to you?  In the last 3 years, you haven't done one goddamn thing except shove the two people who are supposed to be the most important in your life OUT of your life and you make ZERO attempt to be apart of our lives and consider "about every 6 weeks" as often enough to allow us the HONOR of gracing your presence.  While we're not there, you run around with your buddies and hang out in bars to boost your ego flirting and fucking everybody because you walk in there basically with a sign on your back saying "FUCK ME-I'M SINGLE instead of doing one goddamn thing I've ever suggested to get OUR FAMILY together.  And rip me a new asshole for not being able to "provide" for you while ensuring I'm TRAPPED down here where I have to put MY LIFE on hold so I can let our son go to a school he enjoys and finally excels.  And I DON'T ASK YOU FOR A GODDAMN PENNY.  And you have the fucking nerve to call me a moocher.  No, you don't need me or us.  You get your sex and have your fun with your bar pickups and hookup site boyz and pretend we don't exist.  And you've also got the goddamn nerve to talk to me about "cleaning up our credit" as a prerequisite for having the "honor" of "someday, possibly, whenever Shelly might feel like it" of being in the same house as you.  In the meantime, I've told you more than once that I was ready to do it and told you how much it would cost, that we could pay it 4 installments and I was ready whenever you were.  And all I hear on your end is crickets chirping for over a year.  I guess that's one of the things you just deleted instead of reading.  Well, screw you and your fucked up view of me and us and how little Shelly doesn't ever do anything wrong.  Not one thing you have done the past three years has done anything but put me and us down.  So yeah.  You're goddamn right we are "past being DONE".  Every time I sit here and think about that countless shitty things you have done over the last 3 years I think the same damn thing. All the godamn lies about "no, I'm not seeing anyone and don't plan on it" when in reality you're getting your ass fucked in Assfucker's pool.  Goddamn lied to my fucking face.  So do I care about your "break" and whether I fucked it up? No.  You have shit on me for the last goddamn time, I can assure you of that.  And you will have your goddamn papers and you can just sign the fuck out of them because I'm not going to spend one more goddamn minute in this fucking insane asylum of a marriage where you think YOU dictate how everything goes.  I'm done with being told how shitty I am and having you dictate terms of everything.