My child was registered without my name on the birth certificate, despite full awareness that I was the Father. When I challenged this, I was repeatedly referred to as a sperm donor and threatened with physical violence for daring to appoint a solicitor, shoved about by her Mother whilst being screamed at, and told I had no choice but to surrender my involvement in my child's life,

I initiated court proceedings shortly thereafter, and despite being the complainant I was vilified and dragged over hot coals jumping through increasingly absurd hoops to satisfy the court that I deserved to be involved. It was at this point I realised how corrupt the system was, and that the Mother was automatically valued higher than me in parenting, despite me being the disadvantaged and exploited party. Of course I was still ordered to maintain support payments for a child that I was callously refused access too, despite desperately struggling to afford court proceedings.

Almost a year later I won my court case to a chorus of abuse and threats hurled venomously across the court foyer by her family with zero repercussions. Ultimately I was awarded a paltry amount of involvement (2hrs a week increasing over a period of 6 months to 6hrs incrementally) and the costs I incurred in the process were crippling - my standard of living had been demolished, my reputation tarnished (after all, where there's smoke there's fire, right?), and my faith in the Family Court system thoroughly decimated.

After this experience, my opinion of females swiftly changed, and I went from being Chad Thundercock to MGHOW.