I am about to do something I promised I would not do…
Recently, I have begun dating again. Funny, but for months…hell, almost a year…I’ve posted erotica without dating. How fucked up is that?
By the way (or BTW for those who only speak in Text), I am currently drinking Baileys straight from the bottle…not sure there is any Earthly concept that suggests class more than this.
Anyhow…last night, I met an absolute goddess who has been tainted, dare I say, by idiots. Beautiful in mind, smile and (on a physical level most important to me) eyes. She has a voice that makes my ears sing…a laugh that makes me want to make her laugh again and, thus, teaches me the concept of perpetual motion…and a class that makes me feel completely silly as I write this. Simply put, me…being the normal geeky fat guy that I am…I am unworthy of her on so many levels (no, she has not said such…don’t be silly, now…this is the intricate levels of my mind at work).
Tainted, how? Seems she has been duped by the usual idiots. The ones who promise the world and then deliver a baby or two before abandoning her.
I simply do not understand men who bring children into this world and then dicker over the price they need to pay to help raise them…whether that comes as “child support” after splitting with their mother, or even as adding to family funds for those that stay within the “family unit”.
Let us not kid ourselves…divorce is a way of life…ignoring the needs of your children in an attempt to hurt you ex, however…another story entirely.
In my case, my daughter’s mother and I get along very well…since the split. That was 2003, after seven years of marriage. As a father, I have made errors…even monetarily…but I have corrected for those errors as best I can without too much issue. No one is perfect.
But I hear so many stories of yahoos that think of child support as the equivalent to ransom in exchange for getting out of their marriage…grow the fuck up. Welcome to the twenty first century…where jobs that in the 1980s were once done by children (think paper routes, for example), are now done by 40 year old men with insomnia.
Things have evolved. The single income of a mother cannot take care of the child that you are half responsible for bringing into this world.
Don’t get me wrong…there are some (key term “some”) mothers who are just as fucked in the head and childish as the fathers that do not want to support their own babies…but I have no sympathies for these folks.
In fact, for all who try to cut their payments (in the case of parents who do not have their children living with them) or those that use the child support provided for things other than the children (think drinking, gambling, etc)…we should simply have these people taken on long flights and dropped from thirty-six thousand feet…then have the babies involved adopted by those who truly want them.
We men…in general…help to create these beautiful creatures we call children…then we have issues with their mothers and due to the fact that these children remind us of their mothers after things have gone awry, we strike back in the only way we know how…by closing our wallets. Is it any wonder why the next generation is so screwed up?
Considering the example we have set…imagine how completely and utterly fucked up our grandchildren are going to be…simply because we want to strike back at the mother of our children…
I’m sorry…it seems that I am the exception with how well I get along with my ex. I already knew this, mind you…were it not for my children, I am not certain I would have anything to do with her at all…but for them, this is a different story, entirely.
Teach your children well, their father’s hell did slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams, the one they picked, the one you’ll know by.
Don’t you ever ask them why, if they told you, you would cry, so just look at them and sigh and know they love you.
Crosby Stills & Nash