I love going to court to fight for custody... Something about it is just so... Familiar... Gives me this warm fuzzy feeling.
Once again it's time to crawl up some asses and dredge up some dirt in the name of protecting the kids...
One question though...
Do I adopt a "Scorched Earth Policy" calling in the "Air Strike"?
Or do I "Cry Havoc and Let Slip the Dogs of War?
What suggestions of ways to tip the balance in wresting my children from the clutches of my drug addicted psycho bitch ex wife have you?
Any ideas on how to push her over the edge? Possibly bringing on an overdose and her demise (would have to be predictable as to when though being that we can't let her take the little ones if they are there as well, kind of difficult huh)?
I only ask all this because the last time she had any custody (2005) she nearly killed them.
Stupid fucking family courts...
Blahhhhh, I thought getting that out would make me feel better, didn't fucking work.
Once again it's time to crawl up some asses and dredge up some dirt in the name of protecting the kids...
One question though...
Do I adopt a "Scorched Earth Policy" calling in the "Air Strike"?
Or do I "Cry Havoc and Let Slip the Dogs of War?
What suggestions of ways to tip the balance in wresting my children from the clutches of my drug addicted psycho bitch ex wife have you?
Any ideas on how to push her over the edge? Possibly bringing on an overdose and her demise (would have to be predictable as to when though being that we can't let her take the little ones if they are there as well, kind of difficult huh)?
I only ask all this because the last time she had any custody (2005) she nearly killed them.
Stupid fucking family courts...
Blahhhhh, I thought getting that out would make me feel better, didn't fucking work.
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