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OLIVIA NEGROPONTE: "Yup, that's right. It happened again. I had reconciled with my ex-husband. Everything was okay. A couple of days ago he said he couldn't stand the dogs and threatened to harm them. He gives me an ultimatum: It's him or the dogs. Well, I did what any sane person would do. I helped him pack." 

THE ANTI-HERO: Mother decided that the dogs were more important than Daddy and posted her sentiments on Facebook in which she more than insinuates that Daddy is nothing short of a vile animal. She had the temerity to insist that I refrain from commenting even though she resorted to blatant lies to destroy my reputation. She relishes playing the role of victim, a defense not uncommon among females while the man, since he is a beast at heart, is depicted as the villain. Fortunately, even the alleged guilty party has the right to defend himself in the court of public opinion. You agreed with your mother that I should be exiled to the dog house. I moved to my apartment so there wouldn't be an incident with the dogs--after a year of unrelenting tension I couldn't take their barking and biting anymore and I was on the verge of kicking the shit out of them--in order to save the family. Instead, I'm the one being punished when the both of you gave me no other alternative. Nobody has done more for you--and that includes Mami--than I have and I have never asked for any gratitude in return for my generosity. Teaching you everything you know has been a pure joy for Pops. Your happiness has sufficed for me. I have never separated myself from the family. You are the one who has separated yourself from me when your mother and I reunited. You're the one who no longer wants to throw the football, shoot baskets, hit the weights and play golf with the old man. You've only thought of Daddy when you've wanted food or a new shirt or anything you considered essential to your existence. You and your mother don't want the family and Daddy is considered an asshole because he attempts to keep us all together as one. There will come a day when you will have to offer an explanation for abandoning Daddy for dogs. I could never imagine making such a dreadful decision regarding my own father who dedicated all his sweat and blood to his children even in the midst of alcoholism that he battled for years and eventually conquered. I could never conceive of insulting such a noble man over a dog or a cat. When an individual comments that your Daddy must have been a bad person for you to reject him for dogs, what will be your response? What will I hear next? That you've changed your name like your step-brother did because he hated his father so much!!! Did your mother have any influence in your step-brother's odium for his own father? Just curious. If it makes you and your mother happier, I will disappear from your lives so I'm no longer a nuisance. I'm sure your mother will have no problem finding another man as long as he has sufficient money to meet her needs and I suppose you will be comfortable calling him Dad. You both may prefer dogs to Daddy, but you're not going to humiliate your father and treat him like a dog. Man up, big boy. You'll be 17 on your next birthday. You've only seen the beautiful side of women. You'll remember Daddy when you come face to face with their ugly reality.

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