Tim Latier

I’ve wondered for years, why do you hate me so much? We got along well before the wreck and you *seemed* pretty supportive after the wreck, until I asked you if we could try to rekindle our marriage. You said no, and I became depressed. I wanted a family and structure again.

I wondered why I survived the wreck, just 2 months after I woke up from the coma. My house had been sold, my life had basically ended. You also filed a bogus CPO claiming I asked an old landlord and/or her husband to kill you. There was no proof this happened, so I wasn’t charged with conspiracy to commit murder.

Why? Why did you do that to me? You kicked me when I was down. You have me blocked in every way. I have tried to make peace numerous times, but why would you want peace? You get about $400 a month for disability for the girls (even though I never requested a penny of child support after the divorce) and you have completely alienated me. You would get no benefit from the girls having a mom.

People ask me when things went sour with you, and the only thing I can think of is when I woke up from the coma. You wanted me to die. How can anyone not respect the hatred I have toward you: you took my daughters, shoved a knife in my back, and for the last 8 years, your silence and inability to compromise is vinegar on my bleeding heart.

You’ve done a good job of teaching my children to only see mistakes and disrespecting me.

Did you attempt suicide when Kurt Cobain died? Did you cheat on your wife(ves lol) and have an affair with an underage server(s)? (Multiple times and multiple wives/underage servers, pervert)

Did I not catch you high and drunk with an underage employee at your apartment with our daughters sleeping? Did I call the police? God I wish I would have. No, I called your mommy 45 miles away and let her handle it.