posted on Apr, 7 2016 @ 10:26 AM
This topic gets a lot of attention in the media, but very little of it is ever aimed at deadbeat moms.
You know who you are.
You got tired of being tied down to one man when you turned 50. You made excuses. You lied and stepped outside the boundaries and when you got
caught, wouldn't get any help for your faulty, disorganized thinking.
You split on your teenage kids, and left them with their dad. He carried on, raising them while working more than full time, while you ran off to join
the circus. You, who refuse to pay for anything because your child support order isn't final. You -- who tells your son, "let's do something fun
this weekend because your dad is too busy or can't afford it."
You are a piece of work
You prioritize acting like a teenager, running around 3-5 nights a week, juggling boyfriends and using them for money. You bring that nonsense back to
your home on the rare days (4 days a month) when you actually bother being a parent.
You have no idea how your kids are doing in school. They are doing fine, by the way, no thanks to you. Yeah, they had a tough adjustment when you took
off, and I had to change my work schedule to accommodate a far more hands-on deck approach. I got them counselling. I make sure they have a warm bed
and a roof over their head. I help with their homework and insist they meet their obligations before they play. I feed them 26 days a month. I buy all
their clothes, and pay all their medical co-pays.
You are a barfly, and I hope it doesn't all catch up to you because I know the kids ADORE you, and I don't ever want them to know how much you have
I can do it without you, because I have no other option. My voice is marginalized because we don't fit the profile. Everyone admits this happens but
because the problem is mostly dad-based, historically, it is deemphasized in the courts and in in society.
But I'll always know who you are, and I'll always know what you did.
If I am strong, the kids will never know the truth, because that would hurt them more than my fake smile and policy of never speaking ill of you in
front of them or where they can find out about it.
I come here to vent because no one knows I read or post here.