My ex-wife emailed me today. I can’t remember the last time I’d heard from her. The message was a mere seven words long:
Please take my picture off your website.
I replied with the following message:
Wow, I didn’t even know you were still alive! Which picture are you referring to? The truth is that the tiny bit of information that I’ve found out about Cameron… You remember him, right? He’s the boy that could have had a close relationship to his father (i.e., me), had he not been brainwashed by his mother (i.e., you) into believing that his father (i.e., me) is some horrific ogre-like demon. …Anyway, the tiny bit of information that I’ve found out about him over the years came from outside sources that happened upon my website, not in any way, shape, or form from you. So, please understand me when I am a tad bit sensitive about taking anything off my website. Enough said, because I’m trying to be civil. Maybe in another sixteen years I’ll have evolved into actually being able to be cordial with you, but I doubt it. These wounds don’t heal easily.