My son’s 6th birthday is today.
I wasn’t there. I don’t want to talk about this situation until it’s resolved in family court.
In fact, I don’t want to talk about it whenever a friend or family member kindly asks me the children. Sometimes it’s small talk and sometimes it’s genuine. But for me, it just reminds me of how powerless I am to fix the problems.
Asking about the kids reminds me that I have to wait on family court dates then a judges decisions. Months!
I don’t have the patience or enough distractions for waiting to be a dad again.
There mom doesn’t even let them talk to me because it’s not written on f**kin piece of paper. Where is the basic human decency?