Divorce: a trauma report from the site of the explosion

So, my divorce wrecked my credit rating. I've never missed a payment in over 40 years. My income is extensive and secure. I have a relatively high net worth.

I've paid all my divorce obligations.

I assume it's because my ex liked hurting me. It supported her preferred narrative that I'm a deadbeat asshole.

She will never deny that she didn't act with the sole intent of doing harm, so that's what I'm left with after 30 years. A soulless idiot who fights like a four year old. And has similar communication skills and temper tantrums and emotional intelligence.

You succeeded. You fucked ne over and wrecked my life. Nice work Mina. Party on jackass. How's your partnership game going? Disgusting.  You don't understand, and can't comprehend the hatred you leave behind you.  You are truly the worst person I've ever known well.  Name a category where you don't fall short.  I'm all ears...

Behold the daily venom of your continued worthlessness.  What did I ever get from you that was good or healthy or loving?  You kidnapped both my cats.  You prevented me from grieving the death of both my parents. Your selfishness filled every space with soulless performance.  Look-at-me disguised as help, or healing, or caring.  

Now you're old.  And still unemployed as always.  In case it's not clear, I don't respect you either.