(Audio file will play in background.) When I wrote
The Trauma of the Family Court
Guy, I was hoping that my ex-wife wouldn't see
it. Unfortunately, this morning (8/29/06) I got
an an angry call from her demanding that I remove
this page from my website. She called about ten
times between 7am and 9am, but after the first
call, I stopped answering. She left me three voice
messages, however, and I have decided to post them
Her three unedited messages (about 2 minutes total) should
play automatically in the background in this page.
If you don't hear them within a minute, you can
try playing the WindowsMedia sound file here. Since the sound
quality is poor, a transcript is below.
My natural inclination is to do whatever I can to
keep the peace with her, including suppressing my
own viewpoint and interests, which I did for most
of our marriage. Previously, when my ex-wife has
ordered me to remove specific things from my
website, I have eventually complied. At stake is
the stability of both her and the people who
depend on her. At this point, however, I feel that
I need to hold the line. The trauma that turned me
into the Family Court Guy is an essential part of
my public story, and I can no longer keep it
I now feel that I am a public representative for
everyone who has been through the kind of
difficulties I have. Problems like mine are
everywhere, in millions of marriages and divorces,
but most people have no previous experiences to
refer to. I feel that my own traumas must be dealt
with openly to help those who are going through
the same thing. My ex-wife's household may be
disrupted, but I think other families will be
helped by my choosing openness over secrecy.
You are wrong. You are very illusional(?) in
doing this to me. There is no reason to protect
fucking lies up there... So I have time now. You
know what, I'm not fucking crazy. I've made my
way. I've moved cross the fucking United States.
I've fucking bought me house. I've got me a
new career. I passed my state exam with a 96.
I'm not fucking crazy. You're the son-of-a-bitch
who's crazy, and I'm going to sue you for
everything you fucking got left and everything you
got in the future because you are ruining my
This is not right at all. You think I still don't
got pull in Vegas? You think I don't got
friends there? You better be careful buddy. You
better keep an eye on your back every fucking
minute of the day.
If I'm the one that's crazy, Glenn, instead of
you, then why did I get to see Patricia while I
was in Vegas and you haven't. Fuck you.
You know, I just talked to your parents.
And I'm going to call them every single day
until you take that crap offline.
And I'm going to call Judge Hardcastle next.
And then I'm going to call anybody that I can and
tell them who the crazy one is,
because you are wrong. You're breaking the law.
I was never diagnosed with borderline personality
or anything else like that, only depression, which
a lot of people have. I fucking... You know what,
I have made my way. I'm not fucking crazy.
And you better take it offline.
Due to this thing that happened with S, I've
become friends with this cop, and you know what he
does? Internet crime. You better take it off.
And you're going to hear from me constantly until
you do. And you're going to hear from my lawyer
until you do. And you need to pay me that seven
thousand dollars that you owe me from March until
September that you owe me a thousand dollars a
month. Because buddy I'm going after you to
town(?) for every fucking dime that you owe me
you're going to pay me back, plus you're going to
pay me for, for hurting my life.