Vindicating myself was all the therapy that I needed.  Also take the idea very seriously this isn’t about reconciliation.  It’s about the truth.  It’s about justice.  And most importantly, revenge.  I’m not interested in reconciliation at this point.  I’m not interested in navigating 23 years of brainwashing.  That and I’m not interested in a world where this type of literature is the accepted norm.

You vile piece of shit fucking prick from hell demon spawn – i hope the Lord  has you rot in hell where you belong doug hell.  There is a special room in there for you and I will be happily looking down from heaven at you for eternity as I watch you burn day after day. 

I know your elaborate ruse and i can see why i never slept when i was talking to you and you were such a fucking prick in person – yes don’t worry i hate you as much as you revile me.  No wonder my body would not sleep cuz my brain was not stupid – it knew that this had to be the biggest fallacy ever created. 

I was only talking to you cuz i was losing weight and will date this summer when the weight is gone – i figured i had time to kill while i waited for my hotter body.  But you will always be a big fat ass cuz you eat shit all day and you are shit so you look like shit.  

There was the very slightest chance that you were a different person and good Christian Veron and I really gave you the benefit of the doubt but should have known, once a sociopath, always a sociopath.  Here i was being all kind and patient and loving feeling sorry for you – yes it is always about poor Doug and all of his suffering.  The Lord is on my side so watch out you fucker – judgment day comes soon for you. 

I know you sent all of my emails and recorded me trying to show the girls that you some wonderful father – fuck you, you are nothing to this family and Thank God i kept them away from you so they could turn into the wonderful, well adjusted, amazing children that you would have ruined.  

You are evil, you deserve every shitty thing that has happened to you and your life and you will die alone cuz that is what happens to psychopaths which is what i read when we split up and i have been happily waiting for that day ever since.  Here it is. 

I knew that this all a bunch of crap – i fell for it cuz yes you are a master manipulator but did you think MY DAUGHTER Veronica would not tell me what the fuck you were doing.  Do you not know how close we are. 

Oh and guess what happened to baby B you fucking asshole – she found out about us talking and she overdosed for the first time in her life and is in the psycho ward – well she did need a proper bpd diagnosis so she will get the meds she needs.  Thank God it is my bpd and not your fucking psychopathy that everyone inherited. 

This family is close-knit and healthy and productive and perfect and you will never ever have that ever.  You are the fucking biggest loser to walk the earth, the most hated father of all, a waste of space and i don’t even know how you can live with yourself.  Let’s hope the depression gets you good next time and you finally do us all a favour and kill yourself. 

The closest you’re going to get to me at this point is watching from a distance, which you’ve always have.  Don’t come to me for salvation you’re going to need from an unhinged narcissistic Jesus freak.  I’ve worked very hard at salvaging a semblance of a life after trauma. I can’t move forward with one foot in the past.  We’re wrongly taught in our lives that you must not become a monster to defeat a monster.  That’s wrong.  You need to become an even bigger monster to defeat a monster.  And I didn’t just defeat it.  I fucking neutered it.

You’re entitled to the evidence, again, not to inspire a reunion.  That ship has sailed.  Again, I can’t negotiate or want to try to undo 23 years of brainwashing.  But your mother was throwing you all under a bus.  Why?  To reunite with the man who supposedly was this loathsome monster.

It’s all on tape.  It’s all in the emails.  Baby A already got a pile of them.  And fuck you Baby A, I was honest with you.  You developed that little quirk of your mother’s where you can only be friends with one person at a time.  And everyone else gets shit-talked.  I recommend not hiding behind mental illness to absolve yourself of any wrong doing.  I think your mother and I spent enough time doing just that.  Fortunately I got wise, much to the chagrin of those wanting me to just curl up and die.

Feel free to keep watching, but don’t EVER contact me again.

I have children who whose opinions aren’t based on a musical facade or the slander of a sanctimonious subhuman piss-flap.

                                                                                                        (Below) The former happy couple today looking fat and stupid.