At least you got rid of her. Isn't it the worst feeling when your child is subjected to such trash?

A few weeks ago he did another one of his numbers and I hate him from the bottom of my heart. I will not go near him for fear I will beat is ass myself. With the right adrenaline rush, I believe I can. I think it might be a good idea to get a group of ladies together and beat him to a pulp. What's he going to do? Whine to the police? Not a chance or they will hear stories from me that will put his scrawny POS butt in prison.

Nice rant. I'm sorry. I don't go to the police because my daughter begs me. She is in such fear she will lose her kids. I don't know what to do. I saw an attorney and he thinks he can help her but she is too afraid.

Even if the weasel finds another woman he will convince my daughter he can still take her kids. He will want his cake and eat it, too.

You've heard the song, "Goodbye Earl" by Dixie Chicks. It's coming down, I swear.