Pride cometh before a kick in the crown jewels

An e-mail I sent to my ex-wife a moment ago. It's self-explanatory.

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Well, don't know about you but I'm still struggling to deal with the triple whammy of constructive dismissal, being stitched up at Interbrand, and being turfed out on the street.

Thanks to the more severe of my symptoms I still have great difficulty going out in public, in particular for groceries. I live on take-out, and am heavily in debt because I can't afford take-out. I need to convert my credit card debt into a line of credit.

But I cannot, because as of yesterday my bank will not believe that I do not already have a line of credit with a rival bank.

This is because you STILL have not removed my name from the TD joint accounts and/or line of credit.

I know it's difficult for you to focus on anything other than your job but will you PLEASE get your shit together and organise your finances. You've put me through enough already.

I hope I do not have to visit you face to face to remind you, in as public, loud, and embarrising a fashion to you as I can possibly muster.

My bank will be checking my credit status again during next week. I expect my fictional TD line of credit to be gone by then.