Hi there everyone,
I just got home from Job#2, that I originally had to get, five years ago, because I pay my child support, in the full amount the court ordered, every month and have never been late or missed a single payment. <---that's for Stark In addition to the child support, she hits me up for money for school clothes, boy scouts, karate lessons and other things. I pay it b/c it's FOR HIM and not her. <---that's also for Stark and his minions of moronity
Thank you! to all those who stood up for me...some of you know me pretty well. You DO give me my lumps when I deserve it, and that's a good thing...keeps me straight....but you know when I'm in the right. I am a good, decent person at heart. I have my issues, like everyone else, but I am not a bad person.
AND I am a GREAT father. My son tells me so, and that's ALL the proof I need. I love him and would jump in front of a bus in an instant to save him. But to see him, I have to deal with The Great Satan.
I will call the doctor and request that my first meeting with her not be w/my son's mom present. Whoever said "it could turn into a finger-pointing fight" is 100% correct. And it WOULD. My son's mom is an expert at putting me on the spot with bad timing. She called me at work, in the middle of the afternoon, from the DOCTORs office (I could hear my son talking in the background) to say "the doctor wants you to be at the next appt...will you come?" Of course I said "yes" it's for my son.
And for the record, I was never invited, asked or directed to go to these sessions, so I didn't pry.
For those of you who DON'T know the situation, I'll sum it up.
1. I was never married to his mom, nor did I promise, ask or bring up marriage. We dated for about nine months. I never really clicked w/her in the first place all that much...yeah we had fun, but the reason I put up w/her was b/c she had her own house, all to herself. I was living in a dorm w/an 18-y.o. kid who knew nothing about personal hygeine and left half eaten pizza on the couch. Literally, on the couch. If I put up w/her crap, I got to have this whole house to myself. Wrong reasons? YES! It was...bad Karma will bite your ass. We all live and learn...at least I admit my mistakes. The last four of those months were nothing but fights and late-night booty calls initiated and responded to by BOTH parties.
2. While we were dating, she got on the pill. Towards the end of the relationship, she stopped taking it....guess who she didn't inform of this news? Correct; ME. :|
3. We finally broke up. Didn't see her or talk to her for almost 6 weeks. I get a phone call....THE phone call...the bad news...."I'm pregnant and it's yours."
4. My friends had seen her out at clubs, sucking face with other guys. No prob, she's not mine anymore. But if she's sucking face, what else is she doing w/them? Logical conclusion, would you not say? "So, you're pregnant and it's mine, huh? Go fck yourself, honey!" Were my exact words.
5. Cut to the chase, the first time I saw my son he was three days old. I walked in expecting to find a baby that looked nothing like me. Guess what? I looked at his face for the first time and said "oh sh1t." He looked EXACTLY like me. To make it legal we had the paternity test done. He was mine, all mine.
And here we are today. I did the right thing by sticking around to be a father to him despite her best efforts. I could have walked away when he was three days old, and just treated the Child Support like any one of a thousand bills I pay every month. But i didn't. I love my son. My son loves me. As the days go by he gets older and wiser. he knows his Daddy isn't the bad guy mom played him out to be.
Thanks again to all of you that stuck up for me. Thank you to those of you that smacked me up in a constructive way...I don't mind that.
To those of you that dissed me without even knowing me or the situation, take this with you tonight; you really should find out all the facts before sticking both feet in your mouth and swallowing. If your dad walked out on you and let you starve while he snorted coke with hookers every night, I'm sorry. He is/was a scumbag. But I'm not your dad. I'm my son's Daddy!
