You didn’t even show up to our kids birth you refused when I told you that I was going to the hospital. I told you I was giving the baby up for adoption. I told you this is what I wanted and I wasn’t kidding I’m done not you trying to get our kid back. It’s gonna bring me back not you getting out of jail. It’s gonna bring me back. Nothing on this earth is going to bring me back to you because I’m done, I will never be choked again. I never want to have another panic attack as long as I live you have no idea the damage you’ve done to me and I honestly don’t think you care you’re too busy bad mouthing me trying to get every lawyer in there brother to listen to you and your fucking sob story about what a horrible person. I am when I have literally just sat here for the last year trying to clean up the mess that you left me and try to deal with it the best way I know how and try to not have a mental break down as you’re getting lawyers to harass me after I’ve already had a mental break down for about five years and I really can’t take anymore. I’m done with the control and all you’re trying to do is control me from jail and I don’t even know what to say right now do you know that putting you in jail wasn’t even my idea my mother forced me to go to the cops, and tell them what you did I didn’t lie about a single detail in my report. Everything I said was true we are not Bonnie and Clyde. This is not a fucking fairytale you don’t get to come back. After the mess you’ve made, let it go go away go fix your own fucking life because I’m tired of trying to do it. I’m done. Signed the divorce papers sign the adoption papers and get the hell out of my life.