Delusional Tales of Grandeur

Why does a man who hasn't contributed anything to my sons life in over a decade wish to make himself feel better by telling his friends and family tales of grandeur of caring for my son when he was a baby/toddler. Even at my wildest and worst parenting Orlando Hall never offered to pay for anything, he never changed diapers, he never kept Tony, he didn't buy Tony clothes, he didn't take Tony to the doctor. This is what he did. He would ask for Tony when it was time to have a family photo op so that he could have a giant photo to attribute to his fake stories of grandeur. Orlando, your truth is distorted and you been letting that fake ass woman you are with agree with them soo long now you believe them to be true. The most you ever got Tony was when you were with Layla and that was only a handful of times, aside from that you got him once or twice in Kingsport till you decided it was more important to leave your 3 kids in the car so you could stop in some project in the ghetto to do God Knows What while my baby was in the hot ass car getting eyeballed by onlookers. Yep I believe that, she had no reason to lie, you was more worried about whatever was in that project than the wellbeing of your own kids. You can walk around here or anywhere for that matter and claim to have been such a great father but even at my worst you weren't around. Remember after you whooped my ass, I wouldn't have nothing to do with you, then you decided to pick my son up from the daycare and cut all his hair off another reason you got cut off, then you came to that same daycare and let my son know you were leaving for FL and he cried and chased you down, oh yeah all this time while you provided nothing but heartache, no money whatsoever, thats what you provided. Yes, you are right I don't like you, hate is strong, you are worthless though. Quit speading lies to yourself and others, you can't even name accurate tales to go along with them and its sad. If anyone wanted to be assured of the real deal all they would have to do is ask Tony, he would tell them in a heartbeat, my dad don't do NOTHING for me but blow hot air and leave us behind to watch his backside. And stay away from Drews house because I don't want to ever hear again that you are at his house or spreading tales that you are going to whoop him, it can really make me start some shit you just don't wanna get started. Tell that bitch your with to keep her trap shut and start her own blog and she should call it "Delusional Tales of Grandeur" with tales of hating her mans baby mamaz and plenty of stuff she don't really know but thinks she does.