One thousand dollars bought me a will and two trusts.

One of the trusts was mandated by the divorce judgment. It requires me to maintain a $350,000 term-life insurance policy whose beneficiary has to be a trust benefiting my two children. Ljubica has to be named as the trustee of said trust. I complied with this demand of the judgment last week.

I wrote my divorce attorney to ask what I needed to do next. She advised me to send a copy of the trust document to Ljubica. I followed her advice. “Ljubica,” I wrote, “I have set up a trust for the children per the divorce judgment. See the attached documents.”

Ljubica wrote back,

For your information: I got the [document]. I read it. I understood very little.

I did understand one thing: That you are SHIT, and you will be SHIT for me forever (not for the kids).

Why did you bother making that whole document, you SHIT? All that wealth that you created for me and left to me. You filled up shelves with books all these years, you SHIT! You didn’t do anything else. [There’s that] one cavity that you supposedly got filled for me, and I still had to get the tooth pulled and it’s costing me as much as all the wealth you gave me for these 13 years, you SHIT.

That’s all I have for now, you SHIT.

Forgive me for not being able to swallow, but when SHIT get in front of me, I have to clean it up. Albanians might not be as smart as AMERICAN BITCHES, but they don’t eat SHIT at all.

Sincerely,
Ljubica.

So it goes in a divorce observed. Messages like this keep me awake a night, or they wake me up in the middle of the night (like tonight). Here I sit at 4:14 AM, processing Ljubica’s email just to get her gnawing words out of my subconscious and into the light. I hope to leave them here, on this blog and out of my mind, so I can go back to sleep for at least a couple of hours before I have to get the kids up and ready for school.

That’s all for now from this SHIT.

Good night.