Once again I am returned. Returned here to this state of unrest. Returned here to the tears. He is out. He has been set free. Which has condemned me to my prison. My place of torment.

To confound this, my lawyer has royally screwed me. If he could mess up even more he would be New trainee at Burger King. He didn't give me my order. I didn't get it how I wanted. The whole thing is terribly wrong. He has sentenced my children to visitations with that man.
Would he leave his children with a known drug user?
Would he leave his children with a known convict?
No.
So why must he subject me to this torture.
It was supposed to be in the divorce decree NO VISITATIONS!
How did the Bastard screw up so horribly?

I have been through this lawyer hitting on me
Demeaning me
Yanking me around
Taking his dear sweet time
Losing my paperwork repeatedly.
And yet the lawyer still tells me 'Don't worry Hun everything will be alright'.

Has he been the one to try and put this family back together again from scratch?
I doubt it.
The Bastard!

I meet with the Bastard tomorrow. He used to be my lawyer whom I relied. Now he is just a bastard. He practically has represented the misfit and has left my 2 boys to pay the price.

Do not corner a Momma Lion protecting her cubs my dear. You may just get more than you could have ever bargained for!