Beware of Ex wives bearing gifts? No need.
Call me a fool, but I'm having another go at it.
Dear Mr. Ex:
I send you these mementos of happier times, and I ask you to consider the significance of each one. Think. Remember. We had a pretty good run. In fact, at the risk of beckoning a visit from depression, I’d even say that some of the years I spent with you were among the happiest in my life.
All that’s finished now. You have a young wife, a beautiful son, and the beginnings of a whole new life complete with a prestigious career that you worked hard for. The beginnings of that career grew from the seeds planted by the two of us and nurtured by me.
You might recall that I made a conscious decision to “put all of my eggs in one basket.” I gave up working to raise C. and M. I gave up working to support your career and your efforts. Every place we ever lived together, I made into a beautiful home. I did my best to do all of the errand running, the chores, the household management, the home improvements, and the child rearing so that you could put your energies into your work. My appointment books and day planners from the years of our marriage are records of intense devotion and a full schedule of domestic engineering.
All I want at this point, Mr. Ex, is that we finish dividing our joint assets. I ask myself daily why you have not given me what is mine under California law. Is it the influence of your partners? Your wife? Do you think I don’t deserve it? Do you harbor secret fears of severing the final ties with me? Do you think I will give up? It’s only the last question I can answer. I won’t give up. So please, let’s not waste our time and energy on this any longer. I’ve spent pretty close to $50,000 on attorney fees. It’s sickening to think what that money might have bought. I do not know what you have spent—I suspect it’s dramatically less, but the two of us could have done a lot of better things with that money.
Please. Raise your son. Love your wife. Do your work. And finish your business with me.