Today, they tried to shrink her legacy to custody schedules and visitation minutes. But history does not shrink. It builds, breathes, and claims what cannot be erased. The Blueprint They Forgot — now live on Diary of a Black Lawyer. For every legacy they tried to mute, and every child they could not rewrite.

Today, I was born again — not in flesh, but in spirit. I do not carry diamonds in my mouth. I carry the weight of my words. The Weight of My Words — A birthday entry now live on Diary of a Black Lawyer. For those born to move the world, not decorate it.

Some victories are not shouted from rooftops. They are carried in the marrow, passed from mother to child, like stardust stitched into their skin. The Word He Could Not Carry — now live on Diary of a Black Lawyer. A story of betrayal, dignity, and the legacy that no man could name, let alone destroy.

Today’s custody hearing was conducted entirely in emojis. Allegations were rendered in 🍷🧹🐍. A proposed schedule involved 🏡👶📅💤. An expert testified that the snake-emoji-plus-broom was “a symbolic indictment of maternal morality.” I, meanwhile, considered perishing. Battle of the Emojis: A Custody Case Written in Hieroglyphics — now live on Diary of a Black Lawyer.

The banana bread was just the beginning. Her husband was cheating with the nextdoor neighbour — a woman who once signed his field trip form and now signs for things far more personal. There’s Ring footage, matching tracksuits, and an affair that smells faintly of betrayal and artificial turf. The Cougar Clause is now live on Diary of a Black Lawyer.

hey married for their love of vintage model trains. They’re divorcing because he sabotaged the Appalachian terrain slope and she mislabelled the Chesapeake caboose. Custody battles were never meant for Lionel blueprints — and yet, here we are. Track Trouble: Love on the Spectrum (and Off the Rails) — now live on Diary of a Black Lawyer.

What if, just for one day, everyone in court told the truth? The mother admits she only wants custody to ruin his weekends. The witness says they're just here for the sandwich. The judge threatens to apply at Target. And I? I accepted a marriage proposal out of sheer exhaustion. Truth Day: A Most Inconvenient Miracle — now live on Diary of a Black Lawyer.

The husband claimed she signed the decree. She arrived in a wheelchair—unable to speak, but able to blink. Once for yes. Twice for no. And just like that, the courtroom became a polygraph test in pearls. Read the full scandal at www.diaryofablacklawyer.com.

The witness wasn’t just testifying—she was recording. Live. Mid-trial, we discovered her statement necklace doubled as a covert camera, beaming court drama to a Dropbox folder labeled “CamilleCam.” By the time the judge called chambers, opposing counsel was paler than a ghost with law school debt. Justice may be blind, but apparently, her witnesses are Bluetooth enabled.

The jury wasn’t deliberating justice—they were running a group chat called “Justice League” to rank the attorneys and vote on custody like it was Survivor: Family Court. One AirDrop later, and the trial collapsed like a bad BBL. Read how courtroom decorum got dragged into digital disgrace.

An anonymous submission reveals a husband whose list of affairs rivals a church program—complete with the child’s teacher, taekwondo instructor, Amazon driver, and the wife’s own sister. Court was held. Judgment was swift. And the tea? Piping. Read more at www.diaryofablacklawyer.com

He came to court in white linen, claimed resurrection, and presented TikToks as evidence. The judge? Unmoved. #ResurrectionReceipts

A puppet named Justice Jack took the stand today. His head fell off in open court. So did my will to live. #DiaryOfABlackLawyer

Her wig flew mid-trial. A nail landed in the court reporter’s coffee. And the judge? Unforgiving. Entry 191 is absolutely unhinged.

He wired $750K to his side family. Then showed up to court to unsign the divorce. In Ankara. With a goat in the distance. It’s wild.

He wore the rhinestone teddy bear tee. Forgot to book the car. Tracked her phone. Entry 189 is peak petty. #DiaryOfABlackLawyer

His grill fell out. His pants were never on. The court recoiled. Entry 187 is unhinged. #DiaryOfABlackLawyer

The judge said no kids in court. Then her toddler walked through her fake background asking for snacks. Entry 186 is wild.

Court said go with mom. The boys said no—over raisins in the potato salad. The standoff is real. #DiaryOfABlackLawyer

She lost custody, a cheek, and maybe her pride—on the courthouse steps. Entry 184 is live. #DiaryOfABlackLawyer #BootyJustice