Gut Rumbles

November 14, 2004

that's my boy


I finally got to see my son today, for the first time since Father's Day. Quinton needs a haircut, the shaggy little poot.

We had a good visit. We threw a football for a while and then sat on the grass and told stories. I gave Quinton some pictures that I took back during his visitation days and we laughed about what we were doing at the time. He gave me a big hug and said, "I sure do miss you daddy. I think about you every day."

I had to suck up my emotions to keep from blubbering like a baby, but I maintained an even keel. "I think about YOU every day, too," I told him.

And I do. I dream about him at night. I look at his pictures and feel as if my heart has been ripped out of my chest and tossed into a shredder. I NEED my boy and he NEEDS me. Man, this stuff depresses the shit out of me sometimes, because I see no end in sight.

But it can't go on forever. It'll get better. Quinton still loves me and I love him. Even the Bloodless Cunt doesn't have the power to change that fact.


No matter what happens in court, you just make sure you stay alive, healthy, and free until he turns 18. Then he can see you whenever he wants. Hopefully, you won't have to wait nearly that long but that's the absolute worst-case scenario.

The impression I get is that he knows the score and isn't buying any bullshit his mother might be feeding him. Just hang in there.

Posted by: RadarRider on November 14, 2004 01:04 PM

Awww. *sniff*

Posted by: Melissa on November 14, 2004 01:10 PM

I'm just glad you got to see him. Ss much as the situation is killing you it must have done your heart good to see his smiling face.

Posted by: Christine on November 14, 2004 01:43 PM

That is a good-looking kid. Bit shaggy, but you should see mine right now.

I am so damn glad you got to see him. If I hadn't been able to see my kids over the years, I have no idea what I'd have done.

Agree with Radarrider, he knows you and what's going on. Hold on, guy.

Posted by: Mark on November 14, 2004 02:04 PM

Fine looking boy, Rob.

Posted by: Jim - PRS on November 14, 2004 02:58 PM

And a fine, strapping lad he is, too.

Posted by: Velociman on November 14, 2004 03:36 PM

Boy. You can sure tell who his daddy is. He looks just like you. Well, except for the hair. 'Course, I'm comparing his photo to yours in your 'You look mahaaaavelous' post. heh.

Posted by: Pammy on November 14, 2004 04:58 PM

Well, at least it ain't a mullet.

Posted by: rightisright on November 14, 2004 05:08 PM

That last paragraph you wrote, there? Rob, that's all that matters, that mutual feeling. He'll never outgrow it, and it's just as strong through an (unfair, temporary) seperation. Everything else is so much window-dressing.

He's a fine boy with a good heart. He knows who his daddy is, and he loves him. End of story.

Posted by: kelley on November 14, 2004 05:10 PM

My God! He's grown so much! Yeah, he needs a haircut, but that can be taken care of later.

Hope you got in a bunch of big tight hugs.

Posted by: Da Goddess on November 14, 2004 05:35 PM

I'm so genuinely happy for you. That must have been like getting your heart back in a gift-wrapped box after it ripped away and stolen.

Posted by: Mamamontezz on November 14, 2004 06:37 PM

I drove every other Friday for an hour each way just to pick up my girl and bring her home for Friday night, Saturday and Sunday morning. I did this for 16 years. Now she's a grown woman, she loves her dad and she drives to come see me.

Dude, there is an end in sight, it seems so long, but it gets here so quickly.

They're always yours. Always will be.

Posted by: greg on November 14, 2004 07:51 PM

wowsers-what a cutie--next time you take a pix--put the sun behind his back so he ain;t a squintin' quinton--oh lord-forgive me!

Posted by: mikeymom on November 14, 2004 07:54 PM

"Man, this stuff depresses the shit out of me sometimes, because I see no end in sight."

Bullshit! In seven years you can tell the Bloodless Cunt to go fuck herself.

I lived apart from my dad for my entire youth. We saw each other maybe once a year. I bawled my head off everytime we had to say goodbye.

Posted by: Mikelx on November 14, 2004 09:50 PM

Hang in there, Rob. Like a kidney stone, "this, too, shall pass."

In the meantime, put some facial hair on the boy, a little gray on his head, and a little lacquer on his toenails, and he would be your exact spittin' image. Holy crap.

Naw, he's much better lookin'.

Posted by: Steve on November 15, 2004 09:56 AM

Nice car behind that fine looking young man. You paying for that, too?

Posted by: maggot on November 15, 2004 03:17 PM

Know 'zactly where you are coming from...on the ass end of 14 years of that crap. Upside was, the older of my two sons had enough of his mom some time back, and has been with me for the last 5 years. All A's and B's, jazz music scholarship, and almost too good looking to be mine (my aunt always said the men in my family wasn't much to look at, but durn sure threw pretty puppies...). Also happens to be a fine shot with his short barreled 44 Blackhawk. Younger son worries me...his goofy mother hasn't set much of an example, so the road may still be pretty shitty up ahead. Keep your chin up, show the boy a good example, and you'll have done all in your power to put him on the right road. After that, it's up to him and the man upstairs.
God Bless....

Posted by: JimBob on November 15, 2004 11:23 PM

Cute kid!
You should be very proud.

Posted by: Ricky on November 16, 2004 06:57 AM
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