For everything good something bad happens, at least that what it feels like in my life. When I’m feeling happy and wonderful there is always something that happens to bring me down and most of the time it is my dickhead kids father. I don’t understand why co parenting has to be so hard. It’s fairly simple. But no he can’t make it simple. Everything has to be hard. I’m fine with what’s happening but he has to play games with me. I’m tired of this, I’m happy and he can’t let us. Australia’s legal system sucks by the way. And way all I can do is too just focus on the good and keep my head high and my heart proud.