No Son for Christmas
Posted Mar 2, 2011 by anonymous | 214 views | 1 comments
The bastard played head games with me. He said I could have my son back but now he's laughed in my face and told me to crawl under a rug and rot. I hate him for being so cruel to me and I want this day to end.
Commented Aug 28, 2011 by anonymous
Funny. You fool !