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Game Over...

All the anger, brooding and patience came down to yesterday and the fact that things are now moving forward....It's time to stop attempting to play defense and get on the offensive... it's awful nice when someone directly contradicts themselves on a phone call two minutes before walking into the lawyer's office, i should be used to all the deception esp. from Niagara's corrupt version of the system, i shouldn't be surprised i prepared for this and have a good eye for spotting the people who are fake in the system...I have always guarded my thoughts and feelings for a reason, there is a reason no one at my former employer knew about my past...but i dislike being manipulated and i was very upset to have caught her in a direct lie, of course.. even thought she was likely full of it, they are going to leave she who shall not be named alone in court.. let's play that game... first you ask me to do something and sit on it.. good my lawyer's in play... we will have him handle it if you don't. I have been clear about this being an attack and the destruction of everything in my life i hold dear.. so when the fact is you are stalling and playing games and manipulating things, it's about fucking time for those things to happen or i will force them to happen by way of my solicitor. I am sick of fighting battles for a few feet... it's time for the wreckage of my life to become something other than a fucking albatross around my neck... if my ex partner wants a war she's got one... and it's not going to be a war of attrition for a few scraps... this time we are going to battle.. you want to try and destroy my life and you use the system, the very one that both raised me and employed me to do it? that's interesting.. as i explained yesterday, you know both my motivations and why the job/career and being a dad meant so much to me.. you want to keep attempting to break me down and i will stand stronger and mightier than anything you've ever seen... that boy is my blood too.. and you cannot stop me from being with him, everything you try is just a game.... and guess what... the final stage is over... Game Over..No one wins.

Current Mood: Determined.
Blood is just red sweat.
There is no glory in battle worth the blood it costs.

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