Fuck, Shit, Cunt

I was supposed to meet with Nigel the drug evaluator on Tuesday. He needed to reschedule. I am beginning to feel like I'm getting the run around. I followed his recommendations and contacted DAD's as well as a lawyer David Lee who he said might be able to help. I sent him an email, told him I was broke but needed to see my kids; I doubt I will hear back from him.

I am getting frustrated about the notion of fighting to see my kids. I am a good father, I am ready to do anything to see my kids, but if the tides don't turn soon; I will accept (as I have for the last two years) that there will be no overnight weekend visitations.