<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35070485</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:34:36.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>XenoSapien Forest</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is why I am on line.  A woman told me she would send me an ABORTED FETUS.  This is sick, and almost crushed me.  She is still pregnant, and refuses to give me data on our baby.  I have been entirely sensitive to her inherant wild emotional state.  Yet she refuses to give me any data on our baby. I am determined to change the law to where it allows men more leverage when it comes to a child.  I am out to give the real men that are left a chance to have opportunities I am missing out on.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenosapienprl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35070485/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenosapienprl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>xenosapien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014552026605705295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vNAr73h5GNA/SXpVHmPAaUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pyprr-TN6Aw/S220/awspicbp.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35070485.post-115930660851764578</id><published>2009-01-13T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T16:26:41.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vNAr73h5GNA/SXe9N0_mERI/AAAAAAAAACg/nQA--jvKBnI/s1600-h/annawake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293907932258636050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vNAr73h5GNA/SXe9N0_mERI/AAAAAAAAACg/nQA--jvKBnI/s320/annawake2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;[Actual Post Date: 9/26/06]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Hey world, not all men want to run away from the responsibility of raising a child they may have created! Even when the father and mother want nothing to do with each other. This standard general perception must change. It should be made possible that if a man believes he impregnated a woman, there should be some type of process that he can go through to acquire medical data on the child he may have conceived. I understand it's a woman's body, but nine months compared to the next 50 years or so? A child is NOT just about the first nine months!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I understand their is a surplus of dead-beats out there giving the real men a bad name, which ostensibly must change too. Because the men who want to be daddies are being tortured by the not knowing and hence are rendered legally impotent. The men that really want to be dads are being persecuted and kept powerless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35070485-115930660851764578?l=xenosapienprl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenosapienprl.blogspot.com/feeds/115930660851764578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35070485&amp;postID=115930660851764578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35070485/posts/default/115930660851764578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35070485/posts/default/115930660851764578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenosapienprl.blogspot.com/2006/09/hey-world-not-all-men-want-to-run-away_26.html' title=''/><author><name>xenosapien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014552026605705295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vNAr73h5GNA/SXpVHmPAaUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pyprr-TN6Aw/S220/awspicbp.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vNAr73h5GNA/SXe9N0_mERI/AAAAAAAAACg/nQA--jvKBnI/s72-c/annawake2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35070485.post-115948907301998735</id><published>2009-01-12T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T16:22:08.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;[Actual Post Date: 9/28/06]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Now that you have read my very first blog, the one that really shows the inspiration behind it all, I feel it's time to tell you a little about me as well as the birth mother with when we first met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I am just a regular guy who goes to work everyday of the week. For a long time, I have been what I like to call a 'Fred Flinstone', and refused to ever be on line; even at the threat of the government. Any of my friends that know me well will support my comment. I believed that I was doing fine without computer access, and combining that with my 'survivor-no-matter-what' modus operandi, I never cared to even examine the idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Then I met her, had ups and downs, and have decide to become George Jetson. This meeting, no doubt, is one of the most profound events that has ever occurred to me in my whole life. I never saw it coming, as is usually the case when I meet someone special. And as I am going through all this now with a possible child on the way, I have been writing a journal to my unborn child. In it, I tell my child the whole story about its mother and I. I re-read it a hundred times, and realize that it is the best description of al the events about us. So with that in mind, I thought I would share an excerpt from that journal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;"...On November 22nd, 2004, I met a woman of such great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;presence, power and potency, that all that I called my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;world disintegrated instantly and morphed into a vision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;only previously dreamed about by likely droves of men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;A surreal existence of a human being that humbled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;most men, as this woman emitted a vibe without saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;a word or shifting a somatic motion of any kind. Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;my attraction and interest was automatic and definitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;At this time, I was in Illinois on a new career opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;An opportunity that I anticipated as a big step up in my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;field of work, as I was promised further knowledge I had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;beforehand asked for. This eventually turned out to not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;be the case, but I stuck it out for as long as I thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I could. But what I never believed would happen in all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;my wildest dreams and nightmares actually did. I met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;your mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;As I hopefully wish, you are aware that my birthday is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;November the 21st. And if you are also aware of my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;field of work as a maintenance technician, you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;that there are times when my job requires me to take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;what is called 24-hour emergency call. They give you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;a pager or cell phone, and it is your responsibility to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;answer these devices at any time to know when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;someone needed your help. On my actual 32nd birthday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;which fell on a Sunday, I was on my last night of emergency&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;call. So when Monday the 22nd was born, I took the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;night to celebrate my birthday a day late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Being a single man at that time and previously noticing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;this establishment within the first month that I had set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;foot in Illinois, I decided that I would go alone to this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;gentleman's club to celebrate this occassion. Up to this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;point in my life, I had been to a gentleman's club only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;once, and that was with friends and I was turning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;30 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I walked in like the rookie, but yes, a veteran of a regular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;bar scene. So as I headed for the bar to order a drink, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I was stopped by a voice from behind me. I turned and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;faced a man who asked me if I was a member, and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;replied no. He informed me that this was a members-only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;night, and asked if I would like to be one. I said yes and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;asked how much it would cost. He told me 20 dollars, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;that it would last for a year. I agreed, and followed him to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;the desk by the front door he occupied. I then filled out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;the paperwork to make it official, and he told me to have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;a good time. I then reacquired my directive to go to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;the bar and buy my first drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I moved to the bar and ordered a beer. The barmaid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;served me my drink and I paid her the monies owed. Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;being a full-blooded male, my thoughts directed me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;take a look at the scantily clad female on the stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;dancing. I didn't even turn my head half of the way to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;that direction before I caught the eye of the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;beautiful woman I had ever seen in all my life. For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;a second, I thought I was looking at a young Janet Jackson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;This magnificent icon of beauty was wearing an ankle-long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;purple dress, with Cleopatra straight styled jet-black &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;hair that danced with the center of her back. She was three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;or four seats away from where I was at the bar and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;looking right back at me. For a split second, my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;jumped and my world paused and everything was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;completely tuned out. There was nothing at all except&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;her. I had been instantly locked in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;So as to not look like I was staring, I continued to move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;my eyes in the direction of the stage. I took a brief look &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;at the dancer working her dance of seduction, then moved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;to the nearest table and sat down. I looked back to where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I saw the woman of my type of perfection, and noticed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;that she had moved from the bar, and was approaching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;We again locked eyes, sending all available butterflies in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;my stomach to fly boundless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;What was also striking was the speed of her movement. It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;was noticeably slow, dream-like and surreal. With all this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;already dad-perfect vision of exceptional beauty, something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;equally powerful and overwhelming doubled the potent dose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;already seen. Her smile would make Job smile in his darkest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;hour. World peace could be achieved, perpetual motion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;solved, and all mysteries of mankind realized just because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;of this woman's smile. I previously never thought a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;could be that strong and do so much. I was captured entirely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;She asked if she could sit down with me, and I most definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;said yes. She did, and we conversed and continued to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;talk for the rest of the night. She of course had to make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;her money and do her share of the stage dancing, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;no matter what she did, she always returned to my table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;We asked each other all the right questions, laughed and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;talked very well. Her presence and speech and everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;about her put me in a state of psychological utopian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;peace. Only once before has a woman ever put me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;in this state of mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I told a friend a type of description I had for your mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;once. It was like I was an archeologist seeking out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;evidence of dinosaurs. And previously for thousands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;of years, an extremely rare dinosaur was still trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;to be fully discovered. But up to this point, bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;that had been found and constructed for this rare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;dinosaur had been put together with a missing bone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;A 'key' bone that completed the mankind-long puzzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;of this rare dinosaur. I discovered this bone on this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;night celebrating my birthday, and it was named&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;********.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;As the night grew late, I posed the question of asking her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;for her phone number. This caused her to stutter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;with the unintelligible "ummm", and I quickly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;remedied with asking if I could give her mine. She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;immediately said yes, and I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;The most profound question that I asked all night was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;the question of her marital status. She had told me that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;her divorce was final as of about a week ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;That her night was one of liberation and celebration, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I am a man who has always openly trusted people when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I first meet them. That I have no initial reason not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;too, so that I always know that from the start, I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;open and non-judgemental. I gave her that 100 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;percent trust at day one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;The very next day, I recieved a phone call on my first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;required 15 minute workday break. It was your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;mother, with more questions and talk. We arranged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;going to a regular bar together near the end of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;this week and spending more time getting to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;each other. We did, and by both of our accounts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;was the best conversation we ever had in our one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;year and seven month total history..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I am currently reflecting on what I have written above. No matter what happens from here on out in my life; losing my mind in old age, this event will never be erased. Ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35070485-115948907301998735?l=xenosapienprl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenosapienprl.blogspot.com/feeds/115948907301998735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35070485&amp;postID=115948907301998735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35070485/posts/default/115948907301998735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35070485/posts/default/115948907301998735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenosapienprl.blogspot.com/2006/09/now-that-you-have-read-my-very-first.html' title=''/><author><name>xenosapien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014552026605705295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vNAr73h5GNA/SXpVHmPAaUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pyprr-TN6Aw/S220/awspicbp.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35070485.post-115983980312695593</id><published>2009-01-11T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:49:03.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;[Actual Post Date: 10/02/06]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Well, it seems that I haven't shown enough about the baby momma, and why I have done all of this. I mean, yes, the header is my 'mission' statement, but it seems that folks want some concrete facts about why I am so inspired. And I can't blame you-- blog number two was very serene and beautiful about the meeting of myself and the baby momma. But if you didn't understand while reading, I was teaching myself on how to talk to a child. I have no children. This was my very first attempt at talking to a child that is my own. Do you really think that a child shoud read what I am about to type next? Ask yourself this when you are done reading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;So yes, I was lied too on day one. That is why I earlier mentioned the importance of the question I asked her in blog 2 about her marital status. And like I have already mentioned, I openly trust people on day one. I am not a person that likes to stamp stereotypes on people when I first meet them. Why should I? Is that fair? After all, you never know who you have met until you talk to them and get to know them better. I never gamble on first impressions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;It reminds me of a friend of mine who told me about someone he knew that was extremely wealthy. He had more money than he knew what to do with. He lived very modestly; he drove a car that constantly needed repair, lived in a middle-class neighborhood, and never bought extravagant items. He lived comfortable, but no where near what his monetary status would allow, yet definitely never looked abysmally poor. He was employed, but it wasn't a high position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;He met a woman who he soon fell in love with. She loved him too, and they spent a lot of time together--at least two years if I recall, correctly. She never had any idea about his great wealth, and had proven to love him for who he was. He finally asked her to marry him, and she said yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;After all of the wedding and reception events and during the honeymoon, he sat her down on the bed. He told her that he was extremely wealthy, and that she would never have to work again. And as far as I have been told, they really have lived happily ever after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;So I gave baby momma that 100% trust. I gave her my open self on day one. I believed her. It took about 30 days before I discovered I had been played with and deceived. She lied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;What was most disheartening was that it took her over a YEAR to say, "I really hurt you by lying to you about being married. Gosh, I'm really sorry." A YEAR! A year to acquire a conscience about dispicable deception? To show that you actually give a damn? Spending all the time previously telling me that you love me, yet abstinant when it came to the profound damage you caused by that lie? Even all the times I mentioned how much it hurt throughout our relationship, you just NOW figure it out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I sent a letter about a week ago to my local newspaper to the Dear ***** section. I haven't got a response, but I think that if you the reader have a doubt about the type of person my baby momma is, perhaps this will help:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Dear *****, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I am living a nightmare. I have impregnated exactly the wrong woman who can be easily mistaken for a demon. She loves to mess with your head, and has stated once that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;"I have aborted the baby, and I will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;send you all the data, INCLUDING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;THE ABORTED FETUS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;As far as I know, and strictly by her own words, she is still pregnant. I did, in person, witness her take the home pregnancy test and it came up positive. Her own mother agrees with my belief that her daughter suffers from bi-polar disease, sociopathic behavior, unparalleled hate, schizophrenia, and psychotic outbursts, all fueled by vindictive blood. All of these aforementioned afflictions are in actual medical files--of which I cannot retrieve for the court.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;This woman has also cheated on every man she has been with in the past decade, aborted one child already, and dropped her other two beautiful children off at Grandma's to be raised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Now I know what you are thinking. Why? Why did you stay with her for over a year? Why didn't you drop her like a bad habit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Nobody in my 30+ years has ever so feverishly begged me of anything, with the most potent, penitent words. Profoundly genuine words that would convince most anyone; and likely any man. I also knew that I had a unique level of tolerance, and early on did want us to work out. But now the child is the only reason why I don't wish for her to get hit by a bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I am desperate to be a dad; a responsible, God-fearing, loving and role-model type of dad. I'm with Bill Cosby all the way. But she is doing all to stop me from seeing any data on our child, purposely keeping me in the dark to suffer the pain of not knowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I have been told by many that men are virtually powerless in the eyes of the law, and assumed to be dead-beats. I financially cannot afford a high-powered attorney, and I have already been ignored by legal aid. Yet I am still working myself to death with my job and other sources of money to fight for full custody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;If I don't get full custody, then society can count on a 'pants-to-its-knees, hat-to-the-side, without principles and possibly God', THUG walking the streets and causing mass chaos in the near future. My fears are overwhelming, and the not knowing is slowly killing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;This should be a happy time. I should be wearing a permanent smile, and shoving cigars in mouths with excitement. But that joy is desecrated by the reminder of who the mother is. I am trying my best to give this all to God to figure out, but it is hard to work with Him when I am entirely in hell. How can I conduct business as usual with people in my every day with this black cloud over me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Gotta breathe, now...more to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;XenoSapien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35070485-115983980312695593?l=xenosapienprl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenosapienprl.blogspot.com/feeds/115983980312695593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35070485&amp;postID=115983980312695593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35070485/posts/default/115983980312695593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35070485/posts/default/115983980312695593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenosapienprl.blogspot.com/2006/10/well-it-seems-that-i-havent-shown.html' title=''/><author><name>xenosapien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014552026605705295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vNAr73h5GNA/SXpVHmPAaUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pyprr-TN6Aw/S220/awspicbp.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35070485.post-115997554472867891</id><published>2009-01-10T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:49:16.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;[Actual Post Date: 10/04/06]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is an emergency blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Emergency because I have spent no time on proofreading, or waiting to publish. I believe it is necessary to make a statement regarding comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;First off, I want to tell all people and organizations that if your comments are to promote a product, your management will be certain to hear from me. How insensitive are you to use this site as a tool to promote your likely worthless product!? This situation that I am dealing with is VERY REAL. You are sick, demented, and shallow to use something that is this serious to promote your product. Your management will hear from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Secondly, I must tell all of my real readers that if you want to condemn or comment on me making the choice to be with this girl in the first place, I would like for you to understand this: You are right, ok? I made a poor choice, no matter what. It serves absolutely no purpose, certainly not in regards to the purpose of this site whatsoever, to remark at all about my poor choice. Hind-site is always 20/20. It is irrelevant to talk about any of my poor choice in giving this woman a chance to be a part of my life, and redeem her own personal shortcomings. NOTHING is gained when you tell me how wrong I was to get with her. I already know this. It is obvious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The purpose of this blog is for the now and the future, NOT yesterday. Keep in mind that it is pointless to do any criticisms in respects to involving myself with her at the start. Know that this does not do anything, and that I will only respond to you by saying re-read this article (officially blog4) I am writing now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nobody in my friends circle or family members for that matter wanted me to be with her. NOBODY supported my decision to be with her. NOBODY. I made this choice and mistake all by myself. Please don't point out the obvious. It progresses nothing. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;XenoSapien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35070485-115997554472867891?l=xenosapienprl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenosapienprl.blogspot.com/feeds/115997554472867891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35070485&amp;postID=115997554472867891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35070485/posts/default/115997554472867891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35070485/posts/default/115997554472867891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenosapienprl.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-is-emergency-blog-emergency.html' title=''/><author><name>xenosapien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014552026605705295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vNAr73h5GNA/SXpVHmPAaUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pyprr-TN6Aw/S220/awspicbp.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35070485.post-116006361938035590</id><published>2009-01-09T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:49:35.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;[Actual Post Date: 10/05/06]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I think it is time for a more upbeat article. I have an arsenal of negativity and could spend a great deal of time unloading it. But as a new friend pointed out, if I'm not wise and careful, it could kill me slowly. She is correct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;But I must make sure that I play both sides of the field; the positive as well as the negative. I appreciate a solid balance, and realize that it is a good choice for the purposes of this blog to have that approach. So I would like to let you know about one of the greatest things I think I have ever done. This is a very recent and current incident that I am very proud of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;To protect those involved, I will change their names. The first lady friend of mine, who I will call 'Doll Face' is sixteen and about four months pregnant (I'm not the daddy, just so you know:)). I know her parents quite well, and knew her before she got pregnant. In fact, to give a timeline, she got pregnant about one month after my baby momma did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;She and I have had a lot of time to know each other, and have progressed to the point where we can share very personal issues. I care about her a great deal, as she is a younger sister that I never had. She views me as an older brother that she never had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;But about two months into the pregnancy, and for many reasons that I don't need too mention, she came to me about termination of the baby. Ostensibly, it was hard for me not to blow up on her with that idea. Her reasoning was both mature and lucid. But I told her to hang on for a second, while I call a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;This friend is a longtime friend who I will call, 'Sweetness'. She, for many unnecessary reasons to mention, did not want to conceive a child from her womb. But vehemently in favor of being a mother, and desperately researching the idea of adoption. So I called Sweetness and let her know of Doll Face's situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Sweetness was overjoyed with excitement, and wanted to meet Doll Face immediately. Within an hour, my two friends met for the first time. And since that meeting, Sweetness has acquired temporary guardianship of Doll Face and Doll Face has agreed to let Sweetness have full custody of her baby to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I actually just saw the both of them together last night, and it always makes me feel good that I brought these two together. They both had a tough issue that needed resolution, and I acted like a matchmaker. These two, from both of their accounts, are hitting it off well and have discovered many similar traits with one another. I feel that I have saved a life and helped someone acquire life. This, I believe, is one of the best things that I have ever done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35070485-116006361938035590?l=xenosapienprl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenosapienprl.blogspot.com/feeds/116006361938035590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35070485&amp;postID=116006361938035590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35070485/posts/default/116006361938035590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35070485/posts/default/116006361938035590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenosapienprl.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-think-it-is-time-for-more-upbeat.html' title=''/><author><name>xenosapien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014552026605705295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vNAr73h5GNA/SXpVHmPAaUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pyprr-TN6Aw/S220/awspicbp.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35070485.post-116058816033756645</id><published>2009-01-08T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:49:57.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Actual Post Date: 10/11/06]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Now that I have given you a starting sample of what I am about, trying to do, and a small dose of personal accomplishment, I think it is time to get the ball rolling with my prime directive so as to reinforce the mission statement on the top of the page of this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I believe that so far, I haven't really driven home the idea why I am so inspired to do this. Why that the only reason that I saved my money for two months, bought a computer, got online, and have been entirely focused on the creation of a blog page. And if all that is mentioned up to this point is not good enough to convince you of my inspiration in my mission, here is yet more data that should inspire encouragement. And not just that, but why I feel I will be a better parent to my child as opposed to the mother. That full custody must be deployed. That if I don't, I will be in great fear of the mother's child-rearing tactics, and so should society for that matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I have decided, after this time of a blog entry drought, that the best showing of this idea is in showing the soon to be mother and father highlights. The pro's and con's of the both of us, and let you, the reader, be the judge and decide who is the better parent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dad; Positive Attributes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Work 40 plus hours; also do side work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Live where I work; secure in employment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Possible (3) on-site babysitters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Daycare center immediately adjacent to my workplace; prestigious hospital just across the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- My bed time is usually 10-11pm; installed disciplined schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Awake from sleep no later than 7am; no alarm clock needed, 'natural' riser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- My job requires me to be ready at a moment's notice. Like a doctor, I am engineered to be on-call 24 hours a day. A solitary baby cry will wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Profound solid upbringing; principles, morals and right from wrong installed. Believe it or not, I am the most honary of all my immediate family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Willing to give up all future hopes and dreams for the child's interest. The child's interest will now be my interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Clean physically; no std's or health conditions and have proof. Also have health and dental care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Child will receive strong educational background. I honestly never received all A's, but the discipline to learn was overwhelmingly installed and I am never short of total effort. Also, all other family members are college graduates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Can be employed nearly anywhere; never applied for unemployment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Family members are raising and are potently experienced in raising children. Any question I may have is just a phone call away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Been pro-active since learning I could be a father. Made no attempt to run from this responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Writing journal to unborn child to give the child the actual story of the mother and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Will install religious principles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Child will learn strong work ethic--earning things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Lack of criminal history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Have small army of character witnesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Repeatedly asked mother to work together as a team on this issue; she refused, and even stated she wanted to do this the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mother; Positive Attributes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Currently states that she is in school to be a cosmetology teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Has a very big family that can care for the child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Has two children already (I can't help but to mention that her mother has raised these girls up to this point, so we are not that far apart in actual hands-on experience).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Clean physically; no std's or health conditions. Believed to have medical and dental insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Frugal with money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Has gotten many A's in school. Have seen proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Family members who are raising and are potently experienced in raising children. Any question she has is just a phone call away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Possibly will install religious principles, or have her mother do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- With a partner who has raised children of his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Can use quality judgment against even very great odds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Has sufficient work ethic when employed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Father; Negative Attributes: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-- Have no children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Can be quite stubborn. I believe in profound proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Can be moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Not a monetary wizard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Not good with too much change (this event however, is worthy too have change).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Raise voice when pushed too hard (actively sedating this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mother; Negative Attributes: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-- Advanced flirtation: Once we were at a club and she flirted with a guy right in front of me. Later says he was a cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Lies: Lied about her marital status on day one. She also clearly broke a glass full of vodka, then vehemently denies it and acts as if she doesn't know anything about it immediately after it occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Blameless: The time she trashed my apartment while I went out to get her food. Says that is was my fault that she did it. Also loves to raise voice, cutting you off in the middle of your sentences and hanging the phone up on you; especially when you are on the verge of proving her wrong. Early on I did have to request she treats me better when in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Sexually deviant: Admitted to then husband that she received oral sex in his house. Also wanted to break up for a day to have sex with another man, then get back together afterwards because we were 120 miles away from each other. Deliberately messed with me about being curious about sex with another woman. She has also cheated on every man in the past decade; has admitted to cheating on me with current boyfriend. She has admitted to liking the 'fight then fuck' scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Violent tendencies: The time she stuck a knife to my heart, after I repeatedly told her that the 'playing around' was over. She did this in front of her then six year-old daughter. Admitted to enjoying being physically abusive towards me. Early on, used to smack me, then rationalizes that a real man wouldn't complain; ended up bloodying my lower lip. Once admitted that I was her 'favorite' beat-up toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Judgmental: Criticized the way I sit; criticized the way I drive. Admits she will blame all baby defects on me. Tells me that I have to dissolve relations with female friends, and makes this an ultimatum; later retracts. Also, the truth is the truth according to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Untrustworthy with given information: I opened up about the truth of my birth parents. This was used against me in the very next argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Slanderous: Called me just a sperm donor. Assumed I would be a dead-beat. Many times said how she hates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Lack of team-work: Threatened to run away with baby and that I would never know where she or the baby was. Admitted to knowingly push me away whenever she felt we were getting closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Sting operative motive: Refused to telling me (after asking FIVE TIMES) when, where and what time her initial doctor's visit was; then a few days after the visit, tells me that a real man would have been there. She is never totally definitive; so as to keep you in the dark as to what she really feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Demanding: Told me flat out that she wants to do all of this the hard way. Admitted to enjoying having total control of a relationship, and even proposed for me to let her have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Criminal history: Has a large one; was arrested within the past year and spent jail time. Stole 40 dollars from my wallet and vehemently swore that she was not a thief and how dare I accuse her. A few days later, she admits to finding money in her skirt. She also stole my favorite Christmas picture of us, then denies it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Sociopathic: Took a full year before she understood how much it hurt me by lying about her marital status. Once recorded her and her x-husband having sex on my voicemail, then said it was an accident. Told me to tell my lawyers that they can fuck themselves and told me I can tell them she said so. Above doing the right thing, vindication is mostly her solution. She also has shown a pattern of doing wrong first, then attempting to do right only when you point it out to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-- Death-bed conscience: Admitted that I was the best man to ever walk into her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;This is just what I have for now. I will, from time to time update and republish this blog, so be sure to check for these updates from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XenoSapien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35070485-116058816033756645?l=xenosapienprl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenosapienprl.blogspot.com/feeds/116058816033756645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35070485&amp;postID=116058816033756645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35070485/posts/default/116058816033756645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35070485/posts/default/116058816033756645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenosapienprl.blogspot.com/2006/10/now-that-i-have-given-you-starting.html' title=''/><author><name>xenosapien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014552026605705295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vNAr73h5GNA/SXpVHmPAaUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pyprr-TN6Aw/S220/awspicbp.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35070485.post-116244351287479622</id><published>2009-01-07T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:50:15.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4629/3895/1600/mypain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4629/3895/400/mypain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;[Actual Post Date: 11/01/06]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;It is said that pictures speak louder than words. This picture is the madness I have been going through for the past six months. Is this the type of mother the law defends? Is this what is best for the child? Is this what society wants? This picture really is what the mother is doing right now. How can I not need to fight to the very most bitter end to stop her from the acquistion of custody. This picture symbolizes why I cannot just sit still...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35070485-116244351287479622?l=xenosapienprl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenosapienprl.blogspot.com/feeds/116244351287479622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35070485&amp;postID=116244351287479622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35070485/posts/default/116244351287479622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35070485/posts/default/116244351287479622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenosapienprl.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-is-said-that-pictures-speak-louder.html' title=''/><author><name>xenosapien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014552026605705295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vNAr73h5GNA/SXpVHmPAaUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pyprr-TN6Aw/S220/awspicbp.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35070485.post-116287958704913520</id><published>2009-01-06T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:50:38.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4629/3895/1600/mypain.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4629/3895/400/mypain.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; [Actual Post Date: 11/06/06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;The time is 11:45 p.m., and I cannot sleep. I should be, so that I can work tomorrow, but my fury and anger have reached over the boiling point. Thoughts of the mother and our past, most of which was mentioned in post # six will not stop circling in my head. I have really tried to avoid the word, but I just cannot hold back the unspeakable hatred I have for the baby momma. From the ill-treatment she displayed throughout our relationship that was littered with lies and deceit, to now the power of silence offering not one solitary fact of our child. All the while knowing full well that doing so is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Her profound lack of a conscience, her willingness to hurt others and not let it be a second thought, and disgusting power-grab mentality and God-complex makes me wish to only vomit. Myself, and a handful of men of her past have stomached this waste of human flesh in hopes that she would understand that she hurts people, and perhaps a change of ways would be best for her. That any direct opposition to her type of thinking from others only enrages her, and eventually will force her to unleash the full-demon that she is; hence, forcing the man with her to only flee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;But myself, like the others who tried to stick-it-out with her wild and childish nasty ways, all held our tongues more feverishly than we should have had to, because we knew that she would learn more by us doing less to stop her incessant rants. It is a woman like this that is a symbol of what gives others of her sex a bad name. And to credit her with yet another sick statement, before I pursued the harassment charge, one of her last voicemails on my phone was, "Well, I was going to let you know the sex of the baby, but I guess you don't care". It is amazing how she will treat you like shit, then afterwards, acquire a borrowed conscience and actually say something decent. But that is just it. She has to do that in order to say anything decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;However, sometimes I think that the only reason why I haven't acquired a hatred of all women is because I know that there are very few women that are this vindictive and sociopathic. That my baby momma is the epitome of uncontrollable hate, psychological madness and a disease of all the worst kind all in one. I have heard many stories about very cruel women, and less than the amount of fingers I have on one hand come close to this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You may have noticed, if you have read previous posts, that I will now be leaving the previous post picture at the top of each post. I don't know for how long, but I have a feeling it will be quite a while. It really defines everything that I am going through, everything that this blog embodies, and symbolizes why the court of law must look more favorably on the rights of fathers. Most especially when they are fighting tooth-and-nail on every front to be a part of their child's life; and more importantly, under the current severe persecution and prejudice that men are nothing but dead-beats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I recently sent emails back and forth to a father's rights organizations' founder, and it was good for a little while. But he insisted that I really need to tone it down, and exploiting the issue like I am in my blog is not legally wise. That the court could get ahold of it, and more importantly the baby momma, and use it against me and I could lose any chance of being in my child's life at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;But I remained unmoved. Sure, what I am doing in this blog probably isn't a good idea, and yes, he has a point. But there are many reasons why I don't feel that it would work against me. First of all, baby momma doesn't have any clue that I have a blog, let alone am online, let alone that I even have a computer. It is as I have stated many times before on here and to those around me: when I found out that my baby momma was pregnant, my entire world changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;My life passed before my eyes, and I became an entirely different person virtually overnight. All of my dreams and hopes for the future were immediately cancelled, as I made my future child my hopes and dreams. That that is all I want, now. I don't care to have a fancy car, I don't care to have a fancy house, a good wife or girlfriend, and I don't care to have any more children. This situation, if my words haven't been enough, has been the single greatest poison pill I have ever swallowed. The thought of exclusive love, marriage and family has now been totally desecrated. Luckily, I am at the age where I have experienced a great deal in life. I have done a lot in these thirty-plus years, and I am content with my endeavors to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I also see the idea that it is well-past time for me to settle down. It is time for me to go from sixth gear back to second. It's time that I really let go of all the "young" things that I used to do or still do, and focus entirely on being the best father I could ever be. To work hard every day, and come home to my child and be in their life. Know how their day was, find out what they learned, discuss issues that are hard for the young to understand, and attempt to pass down knowledge that I have come to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;One thing that I do regret at this current time is that I haven't spent any time writing in my future child's journal. My anger and frustration level is at such an all time high, that it would be difficult to speak gently to my child. I don't want him/her to see me like this. I don't want him/her to know that dad is capable of this type of fury. And I don't want him/her to know what I really think of his/her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;The law research, the blogging, and the pursuit of more men's rights leverage continues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;XenoSapien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35070485-116287958704913520?l=xenosapienprl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenosapienprl.blogspot.com/feeds/116287958704913520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35070485&amp;postID=116287958704913520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35070485/posts/default/116287958704913520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35070485/posts/default/116287958704913520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenosapienprl.blogspot.com/2006/11/time-is-1145-p.html' title=''/><author><name>xenosapien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014552026605705295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vNAr73h5GNA/SXpVHmPAaUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pyprr-TN6Aw/S220/awspicbp.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35070485.post-6383445219892444555</id><published>2009-01-05T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:51:06.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNAr73h5GNA/RXH2n_3mmoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X0mqgq2zZRA/s1600-h/mypain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004051828005313154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNAr73h5GNA/RXH2n_3mmoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X0mqgq2zZRA/s320/mypain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[Actual Post Date: 12/02/06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I realize that it's been a while since I've written a post. I've been very busy trying to get a lawyer, and researching the law in respects to custody and all that goes with it. What I was happy to get, and much thanks to the criminal public records department, is case numbers for thirteen crimes commited by the baby-momma. I'll try to remember as much as I can as to how she explained them to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;With a friend's advice, I've also changed my reference term from "baby-momma" to "the oven". I've decided that the main theme is more important than my ill feelings towards the mother: Our baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---10/29/97&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Count 01: Domestic Battery/Physical Contact; Class A Misdemeanor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;This particular offense is one that says a lot to me. It wasn't just battery, it was battery on her OWN MOTHER. According to the docket information, "Defendant to have NO CONTACT WHATSOEVER with ******** *********."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;We are talking here about a woman who already has two girls. Granted, at this current time and the last that I've heard, the oven is making plans to have these two girls move in the home along with her new boyfriend. These girls have been raised, for at least the past three years at the least by grandma, and now their mother will finally raise them like she should have all along.&lt;br /&gt;But will these girls have a developed, life-long profound level of animosity, that they will end up doing the same thing to their mother? And will the child we have, should mom have custody, end up doing the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;In March of 1999, the docket ends with saying that the "Court finds that the People have not proven their case".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---09/11/98&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Count 01: Resist/Obstruct peace officer&lt;br /&gt;Count 02: False report of offense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;This docket talks about how "The Court notes Defendant is currently on 12 mos. Conditional Discharge in 97 ** **** for domestic battery."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;In October of 1998, the oven tenders a plea of 'guilty' to disorderly conduct as set forth in Count 02. This plea was accepted by the court, and the oven spent two days in jail with no time served. Apparently, "On People's motion, Count 01 is dismissed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---07/02/99&lt;br /&gt;Count 01: Forcible Entry &amp;amp; Detainer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;This charge is evidentally submitted by the Housing Authority. I had no idea about this one, but apparently it talks about her being evicted from a residence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---08/27/99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Count 01: Resisting/ Obstructing Police Officer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;It looks like a warrant was issued in March of 2000 for her arrest. But, as is the pattern, all charges were dismissed by July of 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---09/08/99&lt;br /&gt;Count 01: Driver's License Expired 6 Months or Less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I was never told about this one. But if I remember correctly, she has never had a license. And if I'm still correct, she still doesn't have one. She pled guilty, and was found responsible for fines and costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;---09/08/99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Count 01: Operate Uninsured Motor Vehicle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;And yes, charges dismissed. Pretty girl fools the system yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;---03/17/00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Count 01: Domestic battery/ contact/ prior&lt;br /&gt;Count 02: Battery/ makes physical contact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Now, if I remember what she told me about this one, this is an attack on her first borns' father, who she abandoned at the alter. I'm not sure exactly, but I think this was her revenge for him breaking her jaw (of which I now know likely why he did it, and have a hard time personally blaming him for it); so she retaliated and got him back. I don't know his last name, so I'm not able to pull up his information, but I assume he had charges pressed on him too. But this is her second domestic battery charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;In May of 2000, there is an appearance of the States Attorney on her behalf. By July, "Motion by the State to dismiss. No objection by the defendant. Motion is allowed. The indictment and each count thereof is dismissed and nolle pross'ed"; which means dismissed. I compared the file date and the offense date, and it seems that she spent three days in jail for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;---05/10/02 Count 01: Criminal Trespass to Land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;A warrant was issued on 06/20/02. And apparently, this warrant was never served. Hence, the oven seems to still be wanted by the law. Granted it was almost five years ago, but this made me jump for joy. Regardless of whether the city cares to issue this warrant or not, the judge is GUARANTEED to learn of this one. There's another ace in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- 09/17/02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count 01: Possession Amount of Controlled Substance (Except A/D) Class 4 felony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;In October of 2002, a warrant for her arrest was issued with a bail set in the amount of $25,000. In November, she pleas not guilty and requests a trial by jury. Exactly thirty days later, she changes her plea to guilty of "unlawful possession of a controlled substance, a class 4 felony".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;If I remember what she told me of this one, it was that she was hanging out with a dealer (no sex involved), and he got busted with her in the house. So basically, to some degree, she "ratted" him out, and escaped jail time. According to the docket, she was sentenced to 48 days in the county correctional facility, but was given credit for 48 days and given 24 months worth of probation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;On this same docket, in October of 2004, a probation violation report was placed on file. In April of 2005, another violation of probation was placed on file and the next day a warrant was issued for her arrest. 23 days later, she appears in custody to the court. By early November, an order of discharge from probation is entered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I really wish that I could understand these dockets/legal data much better, because I think I'm probably leaving out a lot. But I am trying to learn, and by all means when she and I stand before the judge on this custody issue, the judge will be thoroughly briefed by my lawyer on these past offenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;--- 11/06/02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Count 01: Driver's License Expired 6 Months or Less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Fines: $75.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- 11/06/02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Count 01: Operate Uninsured Motor Vehicle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;No suprise; just as I've found her to be: a repeat offender. And her state judiciary system is a joke. Fines and cost and that's it. Pretty girls with a cute body and ass do not deserve to be held accountable for their criminal behavior. Have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- 10/09/04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count 1: Domestic Battery/ Contact/ Prior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;In December of 2004, a warrant was issued for her arrest for this matter with a bond set at $5,000. This also had an appearance by the State's Attorney. In September of 2005, "On motion of the state this cause is ordered dismissed and stricken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;This domestic battery was her attack on the only man she ever married. A good guy who I actually met, but the details of this case for some reason, is quite hazy. I'm not exactly sure how it all went down, but I think that he ended up dropping the charges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- 04/07/05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Count 01: Knowingly damage property&lt;$300 Count 02: Knowingly damage property&lt;$300 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;It appears that she was in jail for this one for a period of 13 days. But again, "On motion by the People, with no objection by defendant, this cause is dismissed and nolle pross'ed. Bond, if any, is discharged."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea about this incident. If she did tell me, I definitely don't remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now these above are the only charges that I could find. But I'm positive that there is at least one more: Unknown. It is unknown because she refused to tell me what it was about, and that she just wanted me to bail her out; this also occured just this past year. I know that she was in jail for at least a week, and was desperate to get out. She hates jail, but it's amazing how I have concluded that she belongs there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;This is who the oven is. This is someone who I made a poor choice to interact with, and now that she is carrying my child, I'm sick with myself that I ever got involved with her at all. ANY WOMAN ON EARTH THAT TELLS ME THEY WILL "SNAIL-MAIL" ME AN ABORTED FETUS WILL SUFFER THIS SAME FATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I am shocked by the surplus of dismissals issued by this state's judiciary system. This woman is not an explosion waiting to detonate? This woman is a "fit" mother to already two girls? This woman deserves to be totally admonished of consequences in respects to her multiple disregard of legal authority, commits multiple counts of battery, and has by her own mother's words, medical documents that support my assessment of the mother's psychological behavoir? What kind of judge will allow her full custody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;And just so you know, my last run-in with breaking the law was disobeying a traffic sign, and a seat-belt violation about three years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;XenoSapien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35070485-6383445219892444555?l=xenosapienprl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenosapienprl.blogspot.com/feeds/6383445219892444555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35070485&amp;postID=6383445219892444555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35070485/posts/default/6383445219892444555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35070485/posts/default/6383445219892444555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenosapienprl.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-realize-that-its-been-while-since-ive_7048.html' title=''/><author><name>xenosapien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014552026605705295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vNAr73h5GNA/SXpVHmPAaUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pyprr-TN6Aw/S220/awspicbp.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNAr73h5GNA/RXH2n_3mmoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X0mqgq2zZRA/s72-c/mypain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35070485.post-2705362849168753131</id><published>2009-01-04T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:51:46.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vNAr73h5GNA/RaGbbCw8U_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/qR-Q71JxJxM/s1600-h/mypain4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017462348768367602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vNAr73h5GNA/RaGbbCw8U_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/qR-Q71JxJxM/s320/mypain4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[Actual Post Date: 1/07/07]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It has been a long time since I've posted another article. I have been very busy&lt;br /&gt;with work, life, and preparing myself for the upcoming court battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I negated my harassment charges to speak with her one last time to try to work together on our child. We spoke for almost two hours, and some of our conversation was normal. But mostly, it was about how she will not work together on this, and that it is easier to just make me fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I did learn that I will be a father to a baby girl. I'm very excited about this, but as usual, all of my excitement is dwarfed by a reminder of who the mother is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After our conversation, I reflected on all the times that she asked me for another chance to make our relationship work when I terminated it; and I believed her words that she would change the behavior that caused our split-up, and gave in. From day one when she lied to me about her marital status, she begged for me not to give up on us, and I didn't. I am so frustrated by her inability to do the same for me. But this nasty nature is who she is. All for her, nothing for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is also interesting is she still psychologically exonerrates herself from doing anything bad or wrong. She made mention of when she told me she would mail me the aborted fetus. She has made herself believe that she was just saying that because of being frustrated by my persistence of wanting to be a dad, and said that in a joking manner. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is very far from the truth. It was by text message, it was during a heated exchange, and she meant for it to hurt. But sociopath's don't care who they hurt, that's why it doesn't matter to her what she says to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was also interesting was that she apparently believed all this time that I didn't want to be a part of our child's life. And that I was the one who pushed for going to court. Yes, I sure did. That was because she was telling me over and over again how she would run away with the baby, and I would never find her or the baby, and never know my own daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had to deploy the court option because the Oven was determined to keep me out of our child's life. She is making it out to sound as though I was determined to take it to court, and made this decision unprovoked. This is just another testimony to the constant lies she tells herself. She knows that I have been doing everything to try to be a part of this from day one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I only said we'd go to court because she continued to refuse to work with me. This woman is very sick, and needs to be institutionalized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I just sit and think as to why I ever believed any word that she ever said. Why have I allowed such a sick person into my life. Why did I ever believe she was ever capable of being a decent human being, instead of the soulless monster I've found her to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am now re-inspired to do all I can to fight for custody of our child. The Oven's mental influence inflicted on any child is dangerous, and I can't just sit still and do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;XenoSapien &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35070485-2705362849168753131?l=xenosapienprl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenosapienprl.blogspot.com/feeds/2705362849168753131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35070485&amp;postID=2705362849168753131' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35070485/posts/default/2705362849168753131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35070485/posts/default/2705362849168753131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenosapienprl.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-has-been-long-time-since-ive-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>xenosapien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014552026605705295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vNAr73h5GNA/SXpVHmPAaUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pyprr-TN6Aw/S220/awspicbp.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vNAr73h5GNA/RaGbbCw8U_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/qR-Q71JxJxM/s72-c/mypain4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35070485.post-1309564956350975203</id><published>2009-01-03T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:52:01.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vNAr73h5GNA/ReMPbPDhUzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9THhBVm--tw/s1600-h/mypain4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035885768902529842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vNAr73h5GNA/ReMPbPDhUzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9THhBVm--tw/s320/mypain4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;[Actual Post Date: 2/26/07]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;I cannot believe that I am writing another blog. For some reason, I thought I would only write 10 articles, as not much more would inspire more. But with some recent events, I don't have any choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;My daughter was born on February 20th, 2007 around 2pm. I was intially told by the momma that she was born on the 15th of February, around 8am. Momma was just looking for some kind of reaction when she lied to me around midnight on the 16th. She admitted that she lied on the 23rd of February, also around midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;I cannot stop being amazed by the mother's lack of truth-telling, as well as disregard for doing the right thing first. I am constantly amazed how lying about something this serious has her feeling as though it is no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Through the course of our several-hour conversation on the night of the 16th, momma reveals that she does not in fact know me. Astounding. You date somebody for a year-and-a-half, and finally decide that you don't know them. You spent all this time telling them how much you love them; yet you don't know them. The lies will never stop with her; and what a class "A" sick person you are for making a man believe that you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;On the night of the 23rd, when she revealed that she had lied about the baby's birth, she also told me some other things. She came clean that she is now aware that she has lied many times to me throughout our relationship, and admits to not knowing why she did this to me. I bit my tongue as she made another 'gifted' attempt at self-exonneration: that she treated me the way that she did because she thought that I wanted a party girl, and felt that if she would remain a party girl, that I wouldn't give up on her or us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;This is beyond sick and stupid, and just another sociopathic angle she is making to exonnerate herself from the wrong she did to me. She knows I have a consistent schedule. She knows that I get up every morning, on the weekend or not, no later than 7am. She knows that I go to sleep everynight before 11pm. She knows that my intention was for us to be married and to settle down. There are virtually no times when I wanted to go and 'kick-it' with my friends at a club. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;This is her latest attempt at lying to herself, which is more dangerous than lying to others.&lt;br /&gt;Have I not made this clear enough about the mother? What kind of judge can believe this woman's degree of maturity, as well as willingness to tell the truth and be a good mother? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Momma, you have just shown and proven how much of a liar you are, and how far you will take your lies to get people to believe you. You have just shown the quintessential stripper mentality by trying to 'write off' your ill treatment towards me. And if you think I will sit and do nothing to stop you from having full custody, you have another thing coming. And by the time this trial is over, you will definitively know who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;XenoSapien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35070485-1309564956350975203?l=xenosapienprl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenosapienprl.blogspot.com/feeds/1309564956350975203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35070485&amp;postID=1309564956350975203' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35070485/posts/default/1309564956350975203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35070485/posts/default/1309564956350975203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenosapienprl.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-cannot-believe-that-i-am-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>xenosapien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014552026605705295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vNAr73h5GNA/SXpVHmPAaUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pyprr-TN6Aw/S220/awspicbp.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vNAr73h5GNA/ReMPbPDhUzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9THhBVm--tw/s72-c/mypain4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35070485.post-3052278687313750541</id><published>2009-01-02T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:52:19.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNAr73h5GNA/RhYtCz_RnpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/53AcC3wZHZg/s1600-h/mypain4.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050273558481182354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNAr73h5GNA/RhYtCz_RnpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/53AcC3wZHZg/s320/mypain4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[Actual Post Date: 4/6/07]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've spent some time thinking about the next article to write about here on the Forest. I've decided to keep it alive, and continue writing even though conversation between momma and I has been completely severed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I would let you in on what a man that was put in my position, under this great adversity experienced the whole nine-months of the pregnancy. The following that I have written is our communication throughout the pregnancy time period:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 2nd, 2006 Doctor's assessment 'Night of Conception'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 24th, 2006 Drove to Illinois, witnessed momma taking pregnancy test; 10pm Illinois time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 2nd, 2006 Momma lets me know of the baby's due date: Feb. 23rd, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 17th, 2006 Momma tells me that she aborts baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 18th, 2006 Had one-hour consultation with Cordell and Cordell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 29th, 2006 Momma tells me that the baby still lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 30th, 2006 Momma tells me she will announce engagement to new boyfriend to her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 11th, 2006 Momma says she accidentally called, meant to call her aunt who has my same name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 16th, 2006 Momma tells me that her doctor says there is a possibility of twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 18th, 2006 Had long phone conversation. Made appeal to be present at moment of birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 31st, 2006 Called for ultra-sound request. She refuses to mail it, but says that I have to drive to Illinois to pick it up. Agreed to come to Illinois September 9th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 3rd, 2006 Momma calls and says she wants me to move to Illinois. Says how nice she'll be. Almost begs; says she picks me over new boyfriend/fiance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 4th, 2006 Momma calls and tells me her mother has Lupus, and has one year to live. Tells me its ok if I don't move to Illinois, but she won't let the baby stay in Indianapolis overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 8th, 2006 Very emotional night. Momma explains that she only loves boyfriend as a friend and wants to give up on being pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 9th, 2006 The day I was supposed to drive to Illinois to pick up ultra- sound picture. Instead, stayed at home and talked to her on the phone. Negative, hateful and bitchy mood as usual. Nothing in her has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 13th, 2006 Leave a 'gamble' voice message, saying that I think she is lying based on her history with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 19th, 2006 Momma says she just now got my message, and tells me that I can stay away from she and her baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 20th, 2006 Nasty phone conversation from the both of us. She says she will file harassment charges if I call again. I say I will file harassment charges if she calls again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 21st, 2006 Momma calls early morning. Harassment charges filed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 30th, 2006 Momma calls to tell me the sex of the baby, but assumes that I don't care to know. I remind her of the harassment charges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November 19th, 2006 Mysterious voicemail from a 'restricted' phone number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November 24th, 2006 'Restricted' phone number call at noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 1st, 2006 'Restricted' phone number call at 2:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 2nd, 2006 Momma calls and says she needs to tell me something about the baby; 11:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 5th, 2006 'Restricted' phone number call at 2:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 6th, 2006 'Restricted' phone number call at 1:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 24th, 2006 Momma's youngest daughter calls to wish me a Merry Christmas; says to call mom when I get this message; 10:58pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 31st, 2006 Momma calls at 5:32 am. I do not answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 6th, 2007 Called momma's mom at 10am. Wanted me to not call her anymore; that the issue is between momma and I. Tells me she believes the baby to be the X-husband's. I sacrifice my harassment charges and call Momma almost an hour later. We have a two-hour discussion, and she still insists on doing it the hard way, catering the advice of her mother. Talks about moving to Atlanta or Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 12th, 2007 I call Momma again. Had discussion with no fighting. I again pursue doing all of this the easy way. She says that I should have thought of that before I stated that we would take it to court. I repeated that I only announced court because she threatened that I would never know our child. Momma agrees to allow communication once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 21st, 2007 Momma calls about the Bears and Colts in the superbowl. Stable to good conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 24th, 2007 I call momma at 10:30am Indiana time. Stable conversation. Make half-serious attempt to have her move&lt;br /&gt;to Indiana. Still firm about the idea that I should have moved&lt;br /&gt;to Illinois the minute I found out I was to be a father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 2nd, 2007 Momma calls. Stable conversation. Tells me the baby is born--then admits to just kidding around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 3rd, 2007 Momma calls at 12:50 am. I do not answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 11th, 2007 My website "Babies As Weapons" is launched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 16th, 2007 Momma calls around midnight, tells me my daughter was born on the 15th. Also admits that she doesn't know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 19th, 2007 I call momma. She tells me she's on the other phone, then hangs up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 21st, 2007 Momma calls around 2:30pm, but my phone says "no duration".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 23rd, 2007 Momma calls around midnight. Admits lying about the actual date of baby's birth. Also admits that she knows she has lied to me many times. After three hours, she sends&lt;br /&gt;six pictures of the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 24th, 2007 Momma calls at 1:30am. I do not answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know that it is true that during the pregnancy period, the mother is on a "hormonal roller-coaster". Hence, inconsistent, erratic behavior is expected. However, if you were to read my previous posts that are all before momma's pregnancy, you'll find that her behavior is already inconsistent and erratic. There is no difference between her behavior during pregnancy or before her pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This dangerously-wild nature is actually who she really is; the pregnancy inspired nothing but her nastiness to rise to its full potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;XenoSapien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35070485-3052278687313750541?l=xenosapienprl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenosapienprl.blogspot.com/feeds/3052278687313750541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35070485&amp;postID=3052278687313750541' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35070485/posts/default/3052278687313750541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35070485/posts/default/3052278687313750541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenosapienprl.blogspot.com/2007/04/ive-spent-some-time-thinking-about-next.html' title=''/><author><name>xenosapien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014552026605705295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vNAr73h5GNA/SXpVHmPAaUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pyprr-TN6Aw/S220/awspicbp.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vNAr73h5GNA/RhYtCz_RnpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/53AcC3wZHZg/s72-c/mypain4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35070485.post-8000377640351918032</id><published>2009-01-01T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:52:38.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vNAr73h5GNA/Ri4i9P6d5CI/AAAAAAAAACE/wJeOUjGehu8/s1600-h/mypain4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057017867222770722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vNAr73h5GNA/Ri4i9P6d5CI/AAAAAAAAACE/wJeOUjGehu8/s320/mypain4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[Actual Post Date: 4/24/07]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear (Momma), March 1st, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell you that I am happy about our conversation a week ago where you openly and finally told the truth about lying throughout our relationship. It was big of you to do so, and it is nice to see that you understand that it is in fact what you did to me, and the cause of a lot of unwarranted pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;However, it has created a nasty side-effect. By you doing so, it has confirmed each and every complaint that I made throughout this entire time that we have known each other. It is like spending a lot of time, slowly putting something together, and finally finishing it. Your revelation has given me some peace now, but I'm afraid that it has also made me so astonishingly angry and hateful, that I cannot deal with you any longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;I have never lied to you throughout our relationship, and I will not start now. So since you finally displayed courage in coming clean with the truth, I wish to do the same for you. I told you a while back that you will always be in my heart. This is an unchangeable fact, as I have told you that all women that are special to me are located there. Unfortunately in your case, you occupy the most nasty, black, hateful, angry and disgusting part of my heart. All of my anger, frustration, hatred, rage and boorishness now has a name--it is momma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;I cannot believe that you have had the courage to yet again say something so sickening. Admitting that you do wrong first, but by your own words, "eventually tell the truth". This is exactly what a sociopath does, momma. You have made me so extremely angry now, that I can no longer bring myself to communicating with you any longer. I am now wholly convinced that from here onward, no matter what comes out of your mouth, it is likely going to be a lie. I was so hopeful that you would escape that behavior, but after two years, you still do it. You are not as mature as you say you have become now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Since my hatred for you is so overwhelming, here is what I want you to know and do: First, I suggest that you have your lawyer examine this document. Second, ask your lawyer how I can submit DNA without traveling to Illinois, for I am in fear that going there will be setting myself up to be beaten up by your hostile family members. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Third, request of your lawyer to send papers that will allow me to sign away all of my rights in regards to Anna. My anger is so total and definitive, that I wish to no longer even hear your voice, or know anything about you from here on to my own death. I find you totally repulsive, mentally unstable and untrustworthy, and I feel that you will be nothing but nasty towards me for the next 18 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;I highly suggest that you accept my offer. You will have all the power over our child like you wanted. I am going ahead and giving you what I know you want. If for any reason, you wish to contact me, you must do it only through email, as I will no longer accept phone calls from you. I am sick to death of you calling past 11pm, knowing full well that I go to sleep early. It is rude for you to do so, and I am tired of it. Many times in the past, I would call you very early in the morning, and it would piss you off. So please extend the same curtousey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;When this all started, all I wanted us to do was to work as a team, but teamwork is nothing you have ever cared for doing with me. You ultimately want everything done exactly your way, and I am now offering you this opportunity. So I must say clearly, that if you do not do these things, I will ask my father's attorney to make sure that this happens. Our daughter will be yours, and you will win. You will win, momma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;I am tired of waking up in the middle of the night, sick to death with worry about Anna, and hating her mother of whom I do not trust; and tired of only tears putting me back to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Remember when the X-hubby and I confronted you about lying about your marital status? Remember what I told you in my car, and occassionally throughout the rest of our relationship? That I did not have full trust in you, and that you needed to earn it back. Not only have you not earned it back, but you have proven to not care to even get any of it back, despite the serious issue of an innocent child being involved. I cannot request that this changes in you any longer. I no longer care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;I am not giving up on our daughter; I am giving up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;I think that you are an evil, vindictive, worthless piece of shit of which I could care less if you get hit by a bus or choke on (new boyfriend's) dick. You must pat yourself on the back, because you are now my most hated person on the entire planet earth. I have irreversible damage done by you, and it will not go away. I am in fear that by you remaining in my life, I will never heal from this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;This is why I no longer want anything from you. I think you are sick, need a deep psychological investigation, and placed in a padded room. Not to be mean, but rather, to tell my true feelings and assessment of you. I think you are not human, and the first time I called your mother after you said you were pregnant, she supported me when I said that you showed signs of a sociopath, a psychotic, someone with borderline personality and bi-polarism. She told me that it was all in your medical files.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;I no longer have a desire to withstand the same kind of psychological punishment you administered over this two-year period for the next 18 years. Congratulations, you are now entirely free to lie to yourself, others and even our daughter without any interference from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Having me believe Anna was dead for 12 days is terminally sickening. You can lie to yourself all you wish that you didn't mean it in a sickening manner, when in fact the records will show that you did. Regardless, this is a classic sociopathic statement and purely evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;I now have also realized that I told you the truth that I'm really not mad at you for what you have admitted to doing to me throughout our relationship. You have confirmed that you are a very sick person who only deserves my utter hatred. And it is sad that you will use a baby as a bargaining tool, a whip, and most importantly, as a weapon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;I also recall a time when you questioned "what have I done" with regards to your pregnancy. Since you initially demanded to keep me out of it all, I put together a plan. I saved my money for a nice computer. I finally had the lay-a-way paid completely off in 1.5 months, and took my computer home. I went officially online in mid-to-late September of 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;After 'plinking' around for about a week or so, I found a blogger site program. I signed up, and started writing blogs. While I wrote my blogs, I also did the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;What I Have Done For Nine Months...&lt;br /&gt;(no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Made contact with Illinois Legal Services. Was told that they do not help those that are not Illinois citizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;2) Made contact with Indiana Legal Services. Was initially ignored. Then told that they do not have jurisdiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;3) Made contact with Illinois Pro-Bono Services. Ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;4) Made contact with Indiana Pro-Bono Services. Told that Indiana does not have jurisdiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;5) Made contact with Indiana Attorney General's Office. Responded to within two weeks. Told that they could do nothing because of jurisdiction, but offered ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;6) Made contact with Illinois Attorney General's Office. Initially ignored. Then after about five months and after Anna's birth, sent by snail-mail, a list of people who may help, but they are people who have already ignored me, or have told me that I am not an Illinois citizen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;7) Made contact with Community Legal via online. Signed up, and was told they would help me. They never made me a client and took my money for no services rendered. They were fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;8) Made multiple attempts for online free legal advice; most of which were returned as unanswered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;9) Contacted by phone and fax, Maury Povich. Was told to get a public defender, then was hung up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;10) Sent letter to local newspaper to the "Dear Annie" section. Ignored and never responded to or printed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;11) Sent letter to Pastor John Hagee about my situation. Responded to with helpful prayers and hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;12) Sent mass emails to multiple custody attorney's in Illinois. Three out of twenty responded. Only one offered help at 500$ as a retainer. Have not re-contacted the only one who offered this help. Cannot afford services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;13) Spent countless hours on research of the Illinois custody laws in pursuit of self-representation and the Illinois law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;14) Spent countless hours on research of the Indiana custody laws in pursuit of self-representation and the Indiana law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;15) Signed up for the Illinois Putative Father Registry; in fear, as stated by you, that you would allow boyfriend to adopt our child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;16) Signed up for the Indiana Putative Father Registry; in fear, as stated by you, that you would allow boyfriend to adopt our child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;17) Contacted National Brotherhood of Father's Rights. Recieved mass emails about possible options and helpful tools. Could not afford actual services, but thankful about options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;18) Contacted private investigator to check into whether or not mother was pregnant. Could not afford services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;19) Contacted the law offices of Cordell and Cordell. Had one-hour counsiltation with attorney. Could not afford services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;20) Created blogsite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xenosapienprl.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;http://www.xenosapienprl.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;21) Created Website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xenosapien.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;http://www.xenosapien.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;22) Paid friend to draw the following picture:&lt;br /&gt;[See main picture above]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I must inform you that if you and your lawyer submit this email to any judge, it could be unwise, as you will be admitting all of these things as fact, and this could lead to many nasty outcomes on your end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;If this email has made you angry to the point where you wish to take the law in your own hands, like you have already threatened to do, and send family members after me for a "beating", please let them know the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;There are two befriended Sherriff's where I live. One of whom has been briefed on my situation, and lives in the very next building to mine. He is only one phone call away, and usually home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Let who you send to do your dirty work (of which you have a history of making people do, including your own daughters) know that my County jail is one of the worst county jails in the entire country. And from what I've been told, a bullet in the head is far more preferred by those who have spent time there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Also, let who you send know that I have a military friend who has many friends who materialize out of thin air, and their revenge will be guaranteed swift and decisive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Also, make sure that you are aware that you have active harassment charges on you here in Indiana Sherriff's Department, September twenty-first, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma&lt;br /&gt;-Legal History Overview-&lt;br /&gt;1997-2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;[ Momma's criminal record can be found on here in the article starting with, "I realize that it has been a while since I've written a new post."]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans I Made:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan A Make an appeal to do all of this as a team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Plan B Fight for full-custody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Plan C Prove her unfit; fight for full-custody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Plan D Prove her unfit; fight to put child up for adoption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Plan E Sign away all of my rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final bottom line is this, momma, mother to our daughter Anna: I'm not interested in the opinion of the Court of Man; for I will be vindicated in the Court of God&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XenoSapien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35070485-8000377640351918032?l=xenosapienprl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenosapienprl.blogspot.com/feeds/8000377640351918032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35070485&amp;postID=8000377640351918032' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35070485/posts/default/8000377640351918032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35070485/posts/default/8000377640351918032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenosapienprl.blogspot.com/2007/04/dear-momma-march-1st-2007-i-wanted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>xenosapien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09014552026605705295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vNAr73h5GNA/SXpVHmPAaUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pyprr-TN6Aw/S220/awspicbp.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vNAr73h5GNA/Ri4i9P6d5CI/AAAAAAAAACE/wJeOUjGehu8/s72-c/mypain4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
