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Fear: False Evidence Appearing Real.

It's time to start fighting back, I am no longer going to sit around and wait for the chips to fall where they may, I am back in court and i am moving forward with the ministry review of the file, It's time to stop pretending everything is normal and go back to everything is normal, I am sick of Hamilton and i only moved here to provide myself with better employment than i would have found in Thorold, I am sick of old and new ghosts from Niagara constantly following me and trying to exert control and make my life hell... there's only on person that matters at all there. It's time for positive changes in my current situation and it's time for people that are meaningless to take a step back, i don't think a certain someone will be happy when she receives a document this week, but you can't fight what you can't kill... she should know better... as long as i draw a fucking breathe there is no way I'm ever going to fucking back down... espically when i know I'm right and shes wrong and this is just another attempt to avoid court because going to court would probably end in another contempt charge, Gotta love the fact that tomorrow It will be Eleven Years since we got together, and eleven years dead, should have just let her be the one night stand she should have been, i am seriously wondering what my life would have been like if i had never seen her again after that night... the next little while should be telling, even if Windsor keeps calling me home.. I'd like to go but first i have to deal with nonsense here...maybe one day I'll return, the happiest days of my life were spent in Windsor and theirs a reason i call it home... my friends and biggest non family supports are there.. and that isn't tainted by her bullshit because most of my friends i associated with there have no idea of her other than the pain she's caused me and my son...

Current Mood: Determined.
People pay for what they do, and still more, for what they have allowed themselves to become. And they pay for it simply: by the lives they lead.

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