February 16, 2005
beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy
I wonder if I'll hear from Quinton today. That would be nice, considering it's my birthday and all, but I don't really expect it. I don't expect anything from him anymore.
I realpsed some and feel bad again today, but I'm running low on cigarettes and I'm gonna have to get dressed and go the the store whether I want to or not. I believe that I can make it to Randall's and back down the dirt road. I don't want to go much farther than that. But I gotta have cigarettes.
If I could receive one gift today, I wish for my son back. Even just for the weekends. I believe that a lot of my belly problems come from the shit over him instigated by my ex-wife. That just ain't right.
I miss my boy. I miss washing his hair, watching him sleep and cooking bacon and eggs for breakfast in the morning. I miss tossing a football with him. I miss watching him grow to be a man.
Oh, well. That ain't my job anymore. I got fired.
Happy Birthday, Acidman! Take care of yourself (*see a doctor!*) I hope you feel better soon, and have great birthday in spite of it all.
Happy Birthday! MAYBE you'd get a phonecall from a fellow blogger if you'd ever pick up the damn phone.
But you will be getting the purrrfect card. Late though, since I just mailed it today. ; )
You can never be fired from being his dad, Rob. Your ex-wife won't always have control over the boy. Just try to let him know that you're there for him and that you care about him. He'll be back. The ex-wife will be eventual loser in this deal, when your son realizes how she's deprived him of his father.
I know that's probably not much consolation at the moment.
Happy birthday, anyway.
Happy Birthday Rob, and many more in good health.
Here in Illinois children at the age of ten can choose which home to live in between divorced parents in most cases. May that Quinton can make that choice.
Happy Birthday Pappy. Wish I was close enough to spank your degenerate ass. Or I guess that would be whup it. Men don't spank each other, do they? I better quit while I'm ahead.
Time to add another notch.
Happy Birthday, you cantankerous old sod.
Get that belly taken care of wouldja? Have you had a knowledgeable doc check you for Crohn's disease?
My Dad called me once after the divorce. I called every once in a while, but stopped when I realized he would never call me.
No matter how bitter the divorce I despise any parent who uses child custody as a weapon. The person they are really hurting is the child, depriving them of a lifetime of happy memories with their other parent.
Just don't stop calling or writing Quinton. Always continue to make the effort. Keep those court orders as proof to him that his mother fucked up his childhood. He'll know the truth someday.
Happy Birthday Rob.
"The ex-wife will be eventual loser in this deal, when your son realizes how she's deprived him of his father."
Nothing creates greater resentment against a parent than the perception that they denied a child something that was fundamentally necessary for their well-being. Not only is the ex creating an environment of uber-control that is pretty much guaranteed to provoke rebellion, but when the truth comes out to Quinton about how everything during the divorce went down, he won't want to come near her for all the gold in the world.
And A-Man? Happy b-day, big guy.
Parenthood is NOT a job you can be fired from, you can only do that on your own.
I would echo the commenters above, do everything possible to maintain contact as much as you can and keep the paperwork as proof of the BC's perfidity.
I was extremely lucky that my divorce from my first wife was as amicable as is possible in the circumstances and she did everything possible to encourage contact with my oldest daughter. I can feel the pain you are experiencing, because even with a "great" ex, that contact was never enough. To be totally cut off would have resulted in utter mayhem on my part.
Happy birthday, Rob Keep your chin up, the majority of us are on your side.