End of Glory
Crucify Your Faith
Meh, fuck that. I rather joke between races as long as it's not getting way too far. Best thing with having friends from different cultures and races.
That's exactly my fear. I don't know what can be done right now. That's what makes it so hard. I was a good fucking dad. He was speaking whole sentences at 18 months and I spent every second I had with him. I think she hated me for that, sadly.That is fucked up. I'd say file a complaint with social services, but then I'd be worried about where he would end up.
It'll take some time. I kind of gave up on life when he was taken, so that stifled progress quite a bit. But I've been on track for a long while now. It just sucks that he doesn't even know who I am. But if it takes another 5 years then I'll work at for another 5 years.That's super fucked up. Hope you can get your boy back, DT
Man, that's depressing as fuck. I'm sorry to heat that. My gp is 75 but you can't really tell yet. He could still beat my ass if we fought. Not that I would, but he really is that strong and able still. It's crazy. That's why I was so caught off guard.Moar like Satan's services. Wish I was joking
@dt: Awesome your gp probably was saved. My main influencing gp was an awesome guy, and was taken from us suddenly due to an aneurysm. He was healthy as fuck otherwise, but he was a hemophiliac, so when that vessel burst in his head it was game over before they could even get him to the hospital.
And psychedelics.
and pizza
So Friday my grandpa, who as some may remember is more of a father and best friend to me, went to the hospital because he was urinating blood. Turns out he has early urethral cancer. They removed the tumor, and they are 99% sure they got it all since it hadn't spread to any tissue. Hoping he gets the all clear at his appointment in a couple weeks. That shit is scary. He's invincible in my mind, and he looked a little afraid for the first time. I did some research and if it went as well as we were told the survival rate is about 90%, which really eased our minds.
Then, I talked to my sister for the first time in 3 years. She said she was able to see my son a couple years ago. I asked if he was being raised alright and she told me he was 4 and still in diapers, barely talking, and that piece of shit mom of his just let's him do as he wants. I'm so mad I can't describe it. There's nothing I can do to see him yet, seeing as she still has a restraining order on me. Because shes a drunken drugged up psychopath. Then when people saw her hitting me she got all embarrassed or whatever and got a fucking restraining order, took my child and all of my belongings then lost our house, quit her job, and apparently doesn't raise the boy. I'm hurt.
So Friday my grandpa, who as some may remember is more of a father and best friend to me, went to the hospital because he was urinating blood. Turns out he has early urethral cancer. They removed the tumor, and they are 99% sure they got it all since it hadn't spread to any tissue. Hoping he gets the all clear at his appointment in a couple weeks. That shit is scary. He's invincible in my mind, and he looked a little afraid for the first time. I did some research and if it went as well as we were told the survival rate is about 90%, which really eased our minds.
Then, I talked to my sister for the first time in 3 years. She said she was able to see my son a couple years ago. I asked if he was being raised alright and she told me he was 4 and still in diapers, barely talking, and that piece of shit mom of his just let's him do as he wants. I'm so mad I can't describe it. There's nothing I can do to see him yet, seeing as she still has a restraining order on me. Because shes a drunken drugged up psychopath. Then when people saw her hitting me she got all embarrassed or whatever and got a fucking restraining order, took my child and all of my belongings then lost our house, quit her job, and apparently doesn't raise the boy. I'm hurt.