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Oct 01
2009
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6.45 this morning I dropped off my little girl around the STBX's as prearranged. As I am turning the car around I happen to notice "his" car.
I knocked on her door very loudly thinking irrational thoughts and dreading this day. She opens the door and I barge past heading straight for the stairs (my anger completely shot to bits), thankfully she stops me and I don't feel the urge to proceed any further, take a deep breath and turn and leave. I hear my daughter's crying as I depart and it tears me up.
I park next to his car thinking do I smash it up or not? Thankfully again something stops me and





