Two dads, one baby, zero accountability. A turkey baster, a neighbor, and a courtroom denial that would make Billie Jean blush.

When your client’s 100-year-old mother-in-law gets a 70-year-old boyfriend and the corn chip feet become too much.

He claimed the ashes were voodoo. She just wanted her wigs and A/C back. Family court or paranormal drama? You decide.

The deposition devolved the moment he asked for a vape break and called the transcript his “memoir.” Chaos followed. #DiaryOfABlackLawyer

They didn’t divide Bentleys or bitcoin. They divided toilet seat covers. New entry now live at www.diaryofablacklawyer.com.

He sued them, stayed in the garage, and still showed up uninvited to serve dinner no one asked for.

He claimed her paraplegic father was bullying him. From a wheelchair. With side-eye. I told you, family law is spiritual warfare.

Two men cried. One over a discovery supplement. One over a trial delay. I needed carbs and quiet. #DiaryOfABlackLawyer

He showed up to court in disguise. A toupee, sunglasses, fake mustache. Then the judge called his name.

She filed for adoption without consent. Then got muted mid-rant. The judge blinked. I sipped tea. Chaos ensued. #DiaryOfABlackLawyer

A man in a velvet blazer pitches a fake school in a lawyer’s office.The lawyer stares ahead, stunned. A gold-accented globe glows behind him

They split millions, fought over a Doberman, and delayed court for months.

They filed for divorce. The child caught them mid-‘giddy up.’ Now they’re in Waco doing trust workshops. I need hazard pay.”

Custody court or cosmic cabaret? The judge is done, the dad’s spiraling, and the child is doing yoga in a “Woke Baby” crop top.

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When a child’s afro was replaced with a military fade, one mother brought receipts, rage, and a Ziploc bag of curls to court. What followed?

She entered the courtroom draped in pearls and pettiness. Her ex? Collapsed in despair—possibly from heartbreak, more likely from a subpoena

“She came to court… streaming. Glitter filter on. Vape in hand. Captioned ‘He ain’t getting these kids lol.’ The judge’s face?

She didn’t bring notes—just power. One look, and the whole courtroom remembered who was really in charge.

He collapsed. She sipped. The court paused. Just another day in family law with a touch of theater and top-tier side-eye.