hadak

today i went and got my psych eval. i hope it went better than i think it did...the guy was a total TOOL. he tried to make me contradict myself, and tried to trap me with my words. after he asked me a shit ton of questions for about 3 hours, i had to fill in two questionaires...one was 175 questions, the other 350+. i'll be fucking happy if i never have to do that ever again. and for the record, i hope he chokes on a pretzel.

the conclusion he came to? he said that, since i told sarah i cut myself on purpose and that i scratched my arm with a pin, i'm unstable...and i need to go to counceling to regain her trust that i'm stable and able to be a good father.

i have two words for that: fuck off. have you ever done anything crazy to save a failing relationship with the person you love? yeah. desperation can make you do crazy shit. i thin that snooty fuck can eat a dick. so maybe i said - and did- some shit that i shouldn't have...but fuck him. he has no right to pry in to my fucking life like that.

at least he got one thing right. he told sarah that if she doesn't do her fucking part to get me on the birth certificate by our next court date - he's going to make sure that she never fucking sees devon again. (of course, the same goes for me - but hell, i'm the one that wanted my name on it since day 0). i hope that stupid cunt fucks this up. bitch needs to learn a few lessons.

can you tell i feel hostile right now? i was seriously violated today by some assclown in a monkey suit. argh!