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8/29/2006
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
hidden.
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.
Ex-Wife Responds
(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
here.
[pause]
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.