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You use your son as a weapon a selfish childish game, not bothered by your actions no remorse, regret or shame. Not giving a **** about your son and the right to see his dad, Posting lies on facebook trying to make this man look bad. You phone up all the time just to be a *****, is your life really that bad you nasty little witch. Not caring that you've hurt him and your son too, when will the law wake up to women just like you. You think that this is funny you should be done for slander, creating all these lies it's all just propaganda. He doesn't stand a chance with you he's tried to be a dad, all the proof is here deep down you know you're bad. You poison your child against him in some sick game to try and win, One day your son will know the truth no longer will you grin. With no real reason for stopping contact, except the fact your hurt, maybes he would of stayed if you didn't treat him like dirt. You need to learn your lesson be brought down a peg or two, nasty you're dangerous your power should be stripped from you. One day he'll see his son the truth will then be stated, how will your son feel then knowing what you've created. You will get your karma one day you'll loose the fight, ruined a relationship you've denied them of their right.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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