Hi.
My name is Mike, Mike Harper, a 40 years old father, and this is probably the worst day of my life.
Two days ago, the trial of my divorce ended with my wife winning everything.
That worthless cunt barely left me anything!
Before you start saying that a disrespectful misogynist like me deserves it, let me explain.
My wife and I married early and were deaply in love. When we got our son, she decided that I had to find a job to pay for our daily expenses because she refused to stop her studies. So I had to stop mine at the age of 22 and started working at a bar. I would not be able to become to do research as I dreamed of but it was ok, I loved my family and was happy.
When my wife finished her law studies, we had to move away for her job. I lost all my friends and had to find a new job, this time in a supermarket. They say that the bigger the city, the colder the people, well that's true, I didn't make any friend. But my wife? All the neighbors, powerfull women, liked her. She started going out with them and before I knew it, my wife started to despise me. She blamed me for making less money than her and making her do all the work. I always kept my cool during our disputes because I knew she was only waiting for me to make a mistake.
My mistake was when I tried to defend our daughter Jennifer. Daughter, not son? That's right. Reaching puberty, little John felt more female than male and at the age of 18 decided to become Jennifer. When Jennifer presented herself, with her long black hair, tiny skirt and stockings, all dolled up like a cute tiny teen, I took her in my arms and told her that I was supporting her. I felt her loose her tension in my arms and that's when I realised how scared she was of hour reaction. My wife didn't dissapoint Jennifer's expectations. She exploded, calling our child a failure, saying that something was fucked up in his head, and other atrocities. She slapped Jennifer and started pulling her hair. That's when I snapped, I roared at my wife, ordering her to stop and when she refused I slapped her. Big mistake. She left and a week later, I was called to a trial for our divorce. During the sessions, my wife called her friends as witnesses who all painted me as a jealous, pety and violent man. Who do you think the jury believed? A beautifull and succesfull woman who was crying with her friends to support her? Or a friendless man with a failed career and an average look? Easy choice right?
After the trial, I only had a few properties left, and my 'daughter' to take care of, my wife refusing to take care of Jennifer.
And here we are, I'm kicked out of our house which is not mine anymore with a few of my stuff and near empty bank accounts. Jennifer was accepted in a selective University and I don't know if I can even pay for a logement on campus.
I put my hands in my pockets, looking at the sky in despair from my car. I feel a paper in it. Oh, it's that lottery ticket that I got at work a few days ago. Well the winning numbers will be announced at the radio in an hour, maybe I will win something, I mean I'm at the bottom so nothing can dissapoint me...
"Ho-ho-holy fuck! I won. I fucking won the jackpot!!!"
Hum, let's keep our cool, the people passing by are thinking I'm some kind of weirdo. Let's go pick my prize (50 millions $) and then to the hotel where my 'daughter' and I live, to announce her the good news.
My name is Mike, Mike Harper, a 40 years old father, and this day might not be so bad.