Well it's easy to have a go at Ted Hughes, who is dead and can't defend himself and who had the misfortune to have two neurotic, deranged wives selfish enough to take their own lives, one of whom was also a murderer. It hasn't occured to you that Assia Wevill (interesting you are on first name terms, lol) murdered her own child, so how is Ted Hughes the bad guy in this little exhibition of misandry?
His third wife oddly enough didn't kill herself, which either meant he mended his ways or she wasn't a raving, self centered nutter.
Long prior to their meeting Plath had ECT and was admitted to a mental hospital, for which I have the greatest sympathy with her, myself suffering from appalling depression, but in no way do I see why Ted Hughes has to bear the brunt of everyone's wrath about what was, to all intents and purposes, a simple suicide of a severly depressed woman. His children seemed to have a right enough relationship with him, and I'd imagine that they would have explored all avenues under the circumstances, and just how could you mistake a Ted Hughes poem for a Sylvia Plath one, and how could he possibly have hoped to pull that off assuming he had wanted to?
Why also do people need to stick up for one "camp" or another, I'm not saying Ted Hughes was a nice man, but I don't KNOW to the contrary, and neither does anyone else.