How should I try and arrange a meeting? These cunts have been so evasive a court officer tracked them down on the run in a small town hiding from the law.
It was intended for me to never see my son again.
Could always turn up at their gaff.
How should I try and arrange a meeting? These cunts have been so evasive a court officer tracked them down on the run in a small town hiding from the law.
It was intended for me to never see my son again.
Could always turn up at their gaff.
Any access should be done through the polish authorities. I wouldnât show up at the doorstep under any circumstances. What date and where is the hearing?
He says itâs on this coming Friday
But where?
Send @Little_Lord_Fauntleroy your pay pal details.
Iâll sort you through him, and anyone else can PM him, youâll need a few bob over there and for accommodation, weâre all behind you, you just focus on seeing your boy.
You ladsâŚye played a large part in saving my life.
Heartwarming stuff. Despite all the abuse that flies about TFKers are soft cunts when it comes down to it.
Abuse and venting is what binds us together sure, you cunt
I woke up this morning and remembered and I canât describe the feelingâŚto hopefully be reunited with my boy in less than a week, for you guys and the help and amazing wordsâŚitâs indescribable. Thank you all again.
I was so overwhelmed I sent Mac, of all people, a soppy as fuck message.
Heading into town this morning to get a suit thatâs cheap but doesnât look cheap, if thereâs one around. Was going to hire one but thereâs more days in court ahead (not related to crimiinality on my part, I hasten to add.)
That was supposed to be soppy? Fucking hell
When youâve been brutalised and abused for the best part of two years that bit of writing felt on a par with the tearjearker shite in those magazines me Nan glances at.
You can fuck off if you think youâre getting that United third kit from 1996 now. Prick.
I am going to Mass now soon. I will light a candle for youi
Yâknow Iâm really starting to feel back to my old self: a mouthy little cynical prick. Brings a soft glow.
Glad I avoided therapyâŚI might have gone too far the other way and ended up a really nice guy. Scary to think about.
Little fellaâ got his 8-week injections yesterday.
The trauma was real thereafter and sleep was non-existent last night.
Two syringes, no waiting.
Littlest is dosed with the flu at the moment, nighttime is fucking carnage. Solace is found in the fact that eventually, theyâll pass out, and the pure relief that moment brings.
lads if its wet at the weekend and ye are stuck head in to that dinosaur exhibition in the ambassador theater
had lunch in murrays there on parnell sq. afterwards, very kid friendly, huge TVs for football and decent grup
Indeed. Then thereâs just the exhausted Mammy to deal with