Published on: Jan 24, 2015 @ 22:05 – 

I could make this an angry post, but I won’t because I’ve basically been given a fully paid til death regardless of remarriage path to life.  I can’t be more than ecstatic. This may not seem like a happy post, but i’m writing with a smile, because A) what happened fricken hilarious and B) I maintained composure in such a way somehow (amazes me still) to do all my own legal work, be my own attorney, and slam dunk it in the end!  Probably the happiest I’ve been in forever.  I could dwell on the suffering I’ve been through since 2011 at his hands, but I should let that rest on his shoulders now.  It’s on my blog anyway, no need to repeat much of it except the basic points (at the end). The real me is set to shine again.  I never expected I could handle this, but I did.  Nobody physically assisted me.  The truth shall set me free and forever the justice system has given the world it’s proof that baby Matthew Flavell, is nothing more than a liar, batterer, cheat, thief, and now a 2x jailbird. Matt lost his family and 66% of his income for his dumb-ass choices.  The greatest part is, he agreed.  Signed, duly sworn in front of Lake County, Florida deputy clerk’s – he signed away his rights to contest any and all of my demands.  I am the plaintiff and he is the defendant.  When it’s official, in just a couple weeks, when my hands will be completely wiped clean of him, and we will be nothing more than a bill to pay… I will share the decree.  And he can’t legally skip town.  He has to surrender passports to ensure he stays.  He MUST live within 50 miles of me.  His sons are so fucking ashamed of him, it’s disgusting.  Though, he did tell his 5 year old daughter not to call him “daddy” anymore… which is recorded, amongst the other things.

Calling him “Baby Daddy” would be giving him too much credit.  “Cell donor” is more appropriate.

Darling children of this world… there is a reason you don’t stick your nose or fat foreheads into people’s business.  They had their own son arrested on accident.  I hope to god they feel proud.  He deserved it, but had they of known what they were doing (as in actually knowing the truth – which Matt never shares), they would have known better.  Now he’s on probation for a year.  He has to pay HUGE fines… on top of a huge payback for me.  Someone chipped in for an attorney. He has not had contact with that attorney.  That attorney did not secure his release.  However, stupid is, as stupid does.  This has to be the greatest backfire I’ve ever witnessed in my life. Thanks for the welfare check mom and dad-in-law.  It gave me leverage. OH and the best part, is they lied to Lake County Deputies too.  In the USofA – it’s called slander and libel.  Libel is written lies that have the intent to maliciously destroy a persons reputation = police report which made dubious fake claims, which in FL is public information.  I’m not sure how they thought lying would benefit anyone. I’m not a liar I wouldn’t know.  Didn’t benefit him.  Then there is the recorded audio – which by itself is amazing.  That is spoken lies of malicious nature and that my good friends is called slander. If they knew better, they would know that as soon as everything is final, I’ll come after them internationally.  It’s worth it just in spite. There son will be paying for it anyway, LOL. Don’t ever lie about me.  Don’t call a dispatch that’s recording and lie about me.  I have audio of their son saying over and over and over again that what they told dispatch was not true.  The son they didn’t know was a batterer wasn’t even allowed to be around me.  I made sure to send them his mugshot.

No man can ever be a man, ever claim to be a dad, let alone “daddy”, and barely father, just a donor for even writing down you had intentions to abandon them.  I have to put the blame in the blood line.  His dad was a cheat too.  When I met him 1999 his mother was going bat shit crazy and so was his dad because he was hanging out a lot with his “girl” friend.  I just hope I can strip myself and my kids last names from them. I’m so ashamed for them, I don’t even want them to keep his last name.  His family is nothing but pigs.  His sister Ruth is a horrible human.  She fucking hates kids.  His own parents Peter & Diane – so damn selfish. They’ve never talked to their grand kids on the phone.  They think sending $100 for birthdays will secure a relationship.  Matt was an oops and his sister was an accident.  We had to force them on them.  His dad, the President of the Birmingham Society of Model Engineers in Birmingham, England.  What does this mean?  His dad played with model trains – and not on a small scale either… more like an obsession.  My oldest boy, the hugest train fan in the world – we took him to England, I expected like a bonding experience – nope.  The asshat has his OWN railroad. Wow, we got to ride once.  Didn’t do anything with him.  I take that back, our whole 2 week stay, he shoveled 1 scoop of coal.  When I had my daughter Caitlyn, they saw her at 4 months old here in Florida.  She was held 2x over a week.  I figured bonding experience at Disney… NOPE!   They’ve never met or spoke to Ava.

The most toxic element to my story is almost clear of me.  Because I don’t speak about Matt much. You can go back a few years in my blog and tell i’ve never mentioned “husband” or his name too much. He destroyed that in 2011.  Just because you put on that happy face for the world, which people started seeing through recently, doesn’t mean you are happy.  Money don’t buy happiness it only buys temporary relief and material goods.  Happy is always only temporary anyway, because unless you keep making that other person happy, happy don’t just stick.  Happy gets miserable after a while.  He abandoned me when I needed him most when I had Ava and the mass growing next to her head.

I have four kids.  He was never happy about any one of them finding out.  He never went to any doctors appointments during pregnancy, even as complex and painful as Ava’s was. I was alone.  He never stayed with me in a hospital when I had them.  He always went back to work Monday morning. All my kids were born on a Thursday or Friday via c-sections. I’d come home on Sunday and he was back to work the next morning.  Do you know how hard that is with a c-section? He never visited me in the hospital for any surgeries.  He never had my kids draw out or even remotely make me a card for my birthday or mother’s day.  I’m not material but I own no jewelry, no wedding ring, only camera equipment I bought.

Until my next HAPPY post comes again… because it’s been fricken forever.  Go me!!!!!