The weight of a decade's worth of distress can leave profound marks on a person's soul, and unfortunately, I have become intimately acquainted with this heavy burden. It plunged me into a profound state of depression, where each day was shadowed by uncertainty, always apprehensive about the next move from my ex-wife and her legal counsel, while waiting for the next wave of abuse to attack me from people that I didn't even personally know. It was the unwavering bond with my child that provided a glimmer of hope in the darkness, a beacon that guided me through my most challenging days.
Moreover, it has been deeply disheartening that for five long years, my efforts to seek justice and fairness in the family courts were thwarted. Missteps by one judge and the subsequent successful appeal against another poor decision made by a second judge have painted a stark picture of inefficiency within the system. The apparent partiality shown towards my ex-wife's attorney by the courts has been disquieting to witness.
It's a sad reflection on the state of affairs when the systems designed to protect the well-being of families seem to falter under the influence of self-interest and avarice. The thought of such dynamics manipulating the lives of devoted parents and innocent children is truly disconcerting. This ordeal has been a testament to the resilience required to navigate such trying times, and it's a journey no one should have to endure alone.
Creating these posts have offered me a measure of comfort amid the turmoil I've faced. While I may not receive the justice I seek, they grant me the strength to continue moving forward. I hold onto the hope that I will discover tranquility in my life and forge a peaceful bond with my child without the interruption from my ex-wife, her father or from third parties that attempt to put a wedge between the unconditional love that I have for my daughter while trying to discourage me from being a father to her , altogether.
