Feared:

Dear LT,
No, I'm not responding to your e-mail or texts. You seem to want me to admit I did something wrong. When I didn't. I won't say it to your face, but yeah, you ARE the screwed up one in the marriage. You ARE the one who needs to adapt to H, who is just a perfectly normal guy who probably deserves better than your selfish, needy, anxious, depressed, obsessive-compulsive self. And you know what? Of course I'd rather be somewhere else than dealing with your ramblings--not just on a holiday like Monday, but on any other workday. What, you think I'd be meeting you if you weren't paying me $175 a week? You're lucky I don't charge you for outside-session contact--I'd make a windfall! I could probably send my daughter to college just on that alone.

Sorry for sounding like an asshole--I can only keep up that super-caring, accepting persona for so long before I snap!
MC